This kingdom was built upon Michael's blood and sweat.
Dominic quietly lifted his head and looked out over the land—no, not just his estate anymore, but his kingdom.
He remembered the day Charles V ordered him to relinquish his lands. The bitterness and rage had been overwhelming. The thought of giving up everything he had built seemed unbearable.
Yet Michael and their loyal retainers had stood by him. Together, they took on a barren and harsh territory—one with nothing to offer. But Dominic cultivated that land, gathered people, and rebuilt from scratch.
That desolate estate had grown, and in time, it had flourished.
Now, no one could look down on it. It had become a powerful and prosperous kingdom.
Moreover, Michael had claimed the Argo Mountains and secured the vast plains of Elonia. Even the ancestral lands that stretched into Pamir—lands once lost—had been reclaimed.
That land, once just a memory of former glory, had returned to the heart of the kingdom.
