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Chapter 278: Ambition’s Veil ( 278 ) · Oct 29, 2026

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251 Chapter 251: Plans and Preparations ( 251 ) 2026-10-29
252 Chapter 252: The Bird and the Brothers ( 252 ) 2026-10-29
253 Chapter 253: A Peck of Trouble ( 253 ) 2026-10-29
254 Chapter 254: The Cult Conspiracy ( 254 ) 2026-10-29
255 Chapter 255: A New Life ( 255 ) 2026-10-29
256 Chapter 256: Preparations and Promises ( 256 ) 2026-10-29
257 Chapter 257: The Mischief of Pekkos ( 257 ) 2026-10-29
258 Chapter 258: Vows, Feasts, and Mischief ( 258 ) 2026-10-29
259 Chapter 259: The Invention of the Mana-Talkie ( 259 ) 2026-10-29
260 Chapter 260: Inventions and Inspections ( 260 ) 2026-10-29
261 Chapter 261: Seeds of Conflict ( 261 ) 2026-10-29
262 Chapter 262: Flavors of Armand ( 262 ) 2026-10-29
263 Chapter 263: The Price of Belief ( 262 ) 2026-10-29
264 Chapter 264: The True Light ( 263 ) 2026-10-29
265 Chapter 265: Tides of Treachery ( 264 ) 2026-10-29
266 Chapter 266: Defiance and Declarations ( 266 ) 2026-10-29
267 Chapter 267: Dining Before Battle ( 267 ) 2026-10-29
268 Chapter 268: Preparing for Battle ( 268 ) 2026-10-29
269 Chapter 269: Innovations of War ( 269 ) 2026-10-29
270 Chapter 270: Tinkering with Trouble ( 270 ) 2026-10-29
271 Chapter 271: The Battle of Armand ( 271 ) 2026-10-29
272 Chapter 272: Massacre at Dawn ( 272 ) 2026-10-29
273 Chapter 273: Arrogance on the Battlefield ( 273 ) 2026-10-29
274 Chapter 274: A New Kind of Warfare ( 274 ) 2026-10-29
275 Chapter 275: Fear and Fury ( 275 ) 2026-10-29
276 Chapter 276: A False Front ( 276 ) 2026-10-29
277 Chapter 277: Schemes in the Dark ( 277 ) 2026-10-29
278 Chapter 278: Ambition’s Veil ( 278 ) 2026-10-29
279 Chapter 279: Strength in Stillness ( 279 ) 2026-10-29
280 Chapter 280: Whispers of War ( 280 ) 2026-10-29
281 Chapter 281: Plans and Ploys ( 281 ) 2026-10-29
282 Chapter 282: Gold and Mischief ( 282 ) 2026-10-29
283 Chapter 283: Control and Coordination ( 283 ) 2026-10-29
284 Chapter 284: A Ruler’s Wisdom ( 284 ) 2026-10-29
285 Chapter 285: Tides of Betrayal ( 285 ) 2026-10-29
286 Chapter 286: Web of Deception ( 286 ) 2026-10-29
287 Chapter 287: The Price of War ( 287 ) 2026-10-29
288 Chapter 288: Flames of Heresy ( 288 ) 2026-10-29
289 Chapter 289: The Breaking Point ( 289 ) 2026-10-29
290 Chapter 290: His Everything ( 290 ) 2026-10-29
291 Chapter 291: More Than Revenge ( 291 ) 2026-10-29
292 Chapter 292: It Was Over ( 292 ) 2026-10-29
293 Chapter 293: The Mother’s Promise ( 293 ) 2026-10-29
294 Chapter 294: War Resumes ( 294 ) 2026-10-29
295 Chapter 295: The True Battle ( 295 ) 2026-10-29
296 Chapter 296: Annihilation ( 296 ) 2026-10-29
297 Chapter 297: Going Home ( 297 ) 2026-10-29
298 Chapter 298: Fading Away ( 298 ) 2026-10-29
299 Chapter 299: Always Her Baby ( 299 ) 2026-10-29
300 Chapter 300: A Little Softer, Okay? ( 300 ) 2026-10-29

Meanwhile, in the Klimbert Grand Hall…

The nobles laughed and drank in excess, their goblets overflowing with expensive wine. The scent of roasted meats, exotic spices, and perfume filled the lavish hall.

Women—both noble escorts and high-class courtesans Klimbert had paid generously—moved among them, ensuring these lords and marquises were properly entertained.

They reveled in the illusion of victory.

To them, this was just a formality before they claimed Armand’s riches.

They had no idea.

No idea that their grand army had vanished.

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No idea that their forces had walked into something far worse than a battlefield.

And no idea that the host of this feast was no longer part of their delusion.

Inside Klimbert’s Private Chamber…

Klimbert sat across from General Mushka, the commander of his personal army. A grizzled veteran, Mushka was loyal, disciplined, and above all, a survivor.

His sharp eyes studied his lord, sensing the tension in the air.

”Mushka.”

”Yes, my lord?”

Klimbert leaned forward, his voice low and controlled.

”We only have 3,000 active troops right now, correct?”

”Yes, my lord. And we still have 35—”

”Shhh!”

Mushka immediately fell silent.

Klimbert’s eyes flickered toward the door, as if expecting someone to be listening.

Only after a moment of silence did he continue.

”Ensure those 3,000 troops remain ’busy’ guarding our own border. Keep them away from this war.”

Mushka nodded. ”Understood.”

Klimbert exhaled and leaned closer.

”And our reserves… they are to remain in their homes, dressed as civilians.”

Mushka blinked.

”Their armor and weapons?”

”Kept inside their homes, ready at a moment’s notice.” Klimbert’s voice was cold. ”If anything happens, we will mobilize them instantly—but not before.”

Mushka remained silent for a moment, then gave a slow, firm nod.

”As you command, my lord.”

Klimbert leaned back, his fingers tapping the desk.

The fools in the grand hall could keep drinking.

The coalition could keep thinking they had already won.

But he would be prepared.

Klimbert’s thoughts darkened.

Even if, by some miracle, the coalition army was winning—he would not let his guard down.

He knew the true nature of the high nobles.

There were no allies in nobility—only opportunists waiting to strike.

And he would be damned if he let his house fall because he trusted those vipers.

Duke Ibzles.

Marquis Mikele.

And those sniveling lesser nobles—High Baron Velstadt, Viscount Relles, and the others.

They thought they were untouchable.

They flaunted their connections to the Duke and the Marquis, believing it gave them an advantage over him.

They looked down on him.

Mocked him.

Dismissed him.

They believed he was beneath them.

But they were wrong.

Klimbert’s eyes gleamed with quiet fury.

”Don’t worry, you shitheads…” he muttered under his breath.

”Once the chance opens up…”

His fingers tightened into a fist.

”I will personally take your land next.”

For now, he would smile and play along.

But when the time came—

He would be the one standing over their corpses.

Klimbert’s gaze shifted to the large map spread across his table.

His fingers slowly traced the borders of his own region—a wealthy, strategically positioned territory.

But it wasn’t enough.

Not for him.

His eyes moved further across the map, taking in the regions surrounding him.

To the south.

To the north.

To the east and west.

All of them… ruled by lesser nobles.

Weak men. Fools who believed their proximity to Duke Ibzles and Marquis Mikele gave them power.

They relied on connections instead of true strength.

Klimbert scoffed.

If I could take all their lands…

His fingers curled slightly as he mentally redrew the borders in his mind.

If those territories became his, then his land would be larger than Duke Ibzles’s domain.

Larger than the Armand region.

He exhaled slowly, his lips curling into a hungry smirk.

The coalition thought this war was about Armand.

But he saw something else.

An opportunity.

One way or another—he would come out on top.

Klimbert’s eyes burned with ambition as he studied the map before him.

It wouldn’t be easy. Duke Ibzles and Marquis Mikele wouldn’t sit quietly and watch him grow stronger.

But once those lands were his…

It wouldn’t matter.

With that territory secured, he would immediately ramp up recruitment, building an army large enough to defend his new borders.

North?

That was where Armand’s territory lay. Garius might be strong, but with enough forces, even he could be contained.

East?

That would grant him access to the sea, ensuring trade and naval power.

West?

That marked the border of the Beastkin Kingdom—a natural defense against any nobles who might interfere.

South?

That was Duke Ibzles’s domain—his biggest threat. But once Klimbert secured the other regions, he could match the Duke’s power.

If he controlled the north, east, and west, while fortifying himself against the south, his land would become an independent powerhouse.

Bigger than Duke Ibzles.

Stronger than Armand.

Klimbert smirked, gripping the table.

”When that happens… no one will be able to challenge me.”

Klimbert leaned back, exhaling slowly as his thoughts settled.

He knew the opportunity would come.

Right now, the coalition army was marching toward Armand, believing they were on the verge of victory.

But Klimbert wasn’t a fool.

Armand would annihilate them.

Completely.

Once that happened—once every coalition soldier was wiped out—the four regions surrounding him would be left vulnerable.

All of them would be weakened. Their armies drained, their defenses exposed.

And unlike the other nobles, Klimbert understood one undeniable truth.

Armand wouldn’t interfere.

They wouldn’t expand their territory or conquer others.

They weren’t interested in growing their influence.

They only fought because they were attacked.

And once the war was over, Armand would retreat back into isolation.

That meant only one thing.

Klimbert would have free rein.

He smirked, his fingers drumming against the map.

”Let Armand do the dirty work… and when the dust settles…”

His eyes gleamed with ruthless ambition.

”…I’ll take what’s left.”

Klimbert rose from his chair, his movements slow and deliberate.

His thoughts were calm, his strategy set in motion.

As he walked toward the door, the two elite guards stationed outside immediately took notice. Without a word, they fell into step behind him, their armored boots echoing against the polished floor.

Though they remained silent, a single thought crossed their minds.

Today, our lord seems… pleased.

They wondered why, but none dared to ask.

Inside the Grand Hall…

The moment Klimbert stepped inside, he was greeted by the sight of pure excess.

The grand nobles, dressed in their finest robes, were laughing, drinking, and boasting about how they would divide the Armand lands.

Women—both noble escorts and paid courtesans—draped themselves over these men, feeding them grapes, pouring their wine, whispering sweet nothings in their ears.

It was a celebration.

A celebration for a victory that did not exist.

Klimbert’s expression remained unreadable, but inside his mind…

If I wanted to poison everyone here, it would be easy.

A single, tasteless toxin in their drinks.

A slow, creeping venom in their food.

They would never see it coming.

But—

He sighed internally.

That would hinder my plans.

For now, these fools were still useful.

For now.

Klimbert slowly raised his goblet, his cold eyes scanning the room.

If only they knew the surprise that awaited them.

( End of Chapter )

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