tte

d escorted me to the cas

silver coins made a small mountain on the st

Alpha with the pained expression of a man watching his life's work being

ok out my abacus and bega

Each click of the beads was a final tally, a

very passing minute, but he could say nothing.

chests to be transported directly to my Allison Pack's trading house in the

for him, and kept the original. Ou

ppeared, dressed in her finest. A

for our audience with the Alpha King." S

emselves and their tribute to Alpha King Gideon Sinclair. Creed, as the

n on the chests of silver, and

purred to Creed. "I do hope the tribute she prepared for His Ma

rcasm, a final jab at my

portant task. I would spend months researching the King's interests, the

ker of expectation in his eyes. Perhaps he thought

mil

already prepared. It's waiting in the carria

, even offering me a

t sniffed,

he carriage bound f

oralie, curious and smug, open

ewels, no rare artifact

k, holding it with two finge

ld frown,

the Royal Army's Supply Chain and Reduce the Kingdom's Mi

llison Pack's legacy of trade and logistics, d

was a sovereign plagued by the financial strain of border wars. A

ce of the Allison Pack's supreme administrative power, effectively securing an all

was just a book of numbers. A

ie's derisive laughter. "She expects to impress the King with

with fury, convinced I had

n the highest parapet of the castle, watching my own s

paid. My du

d, your glory and your shame are y