The Price is Everything of Yours (76 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 238

A map was spread out across the wide table.

This kind of map—detailing the intricate eastern coastline, southern archipelago, western forests, and northern plains—was something money couldn’t buy. Terrain, after all, was always expensive military intelligence.

And the people in this office were precisely those who could make the best use of such intelligence—the most important and militarily powerful figures in Maindlant.

Cledwin spoke, his eyes glinting coldly.

“Maindlant lies at the northernmost tip of the continent. It’s cold and isolated—but, put another way, no one can stab us in the back.”

Southerners knew nothing of Maindlant—how vast it truly was or what potential it held. Thus, they held only a superficial image of the land.

A useless land.

In truth, Maindlant was wider than several average-sized kingdoms combined and possessed diverse environments—a vast domain where relatively warm seaside areas suitable for convalescence coexisted with icy deserts.

It was actually advantageous that the enemy knew so little about them.

“The Empire is entirely landlocked, save for a small portion of its northeastern coastline. Of course, they’ll likely claim our northern shores as part of their own imperial ports.”

Those listening chuckled softly. Cledwin gave them a smile of complicity. Such gestures were necessary in gatherings like this.

“One reason the Empire, despite resenting us, has never crushed us with military force is this: their navy is pitifully weak, and their army’s route of advance is far too narrow. Thanks to our terrain alone, we’re already waging a successful defense.”

He let out a sharp, deliberate laugh at the perfect moment.

“Still, we needn’t go so far as to hand them an entrance.”

Once Abelus felt every tether restraining him severed, he would immediately turn his spear toward them—starting by trying to claim the Marquisate of Tipian for himself.

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