Come to another world and become a lord

The Territory of Ceres, Shadow Abyss Castle, as the former main castle of Iren, is located in the south between Rick Castle and Grey Castle. It is the closest fortress to Rick Castle except Grey Castle. As the main city of the Territory of Ceres, it has also become one of the main fortresses of the Territory of Morgan to defend against the north.

Now, with all of Aeron's troops dispatched, Shadow Abyss Castle's daily guarding force was greatly reduced, and the entire fortress seemed unusually quiet and almost empty. Apart from a few new recruits, the only ones left were the male and female servants who were responsible for miscellaneous tasks.

When Arya arrived with the mercenaries, they encountered almost no resistance. They only threatened outside the city, and the castle surrendered without a fight. As the gate was opened, Aeron's battle flag was slowly lowered and replaced with the flag of Reikborg. The mercenaries began to rush into the main building like wolves, looting property, gold, murals, gems, and they loaded piles of property onto the carriages. Arya, with several sisters of the Fire Rose Guard who were still able to move, sternly warned the mercenary captain to control his subordinates. In short, it is okay to rob things, but you can't hurt people. Of course, robbing women is also strictly prohibited. Although the mercenary captain was a little dissatisfied, he also expressed his willingness to comply.

When Carl received the news that Shadowkeep was successfully captured, he rushed to meet Arya almost immediately. When he stepped into the castle, he saw Arya smiling and welcoming him amid the cheers of the crowd.

"Success~" the girl laughed.

"Was the resistance fierce?" Carl asked softly.

"Do they dare?" Alia looked around and said proudly, "No one dared to take action. The defenders surrendered as soon as we arrived."

This is not surprising. After all, all of Iren’s troops have gone out, so what combat effectiveness do the people left behind have?

Then he heard Arya continue:

"Now, the Terres Territory is yours."

Carl smiled and said:

"It should be yours."

"Hey?"

Without waiting for Alia's response, he held Alia's hand tightly and announced loudly:

"Here, I declare that in recognition of Arya's contribution and courage to this war, I will reward her with the entire Thresh Territory and Shadow Castle."

Following this announcement, the crowd, instigated by several Fire Rose sisters, once again erupted in thunderous cheers.

When he turned around and looked at Alia, he saw the girl first smiled slightly, and then asked doubtfully: "Do you want me to be the new baron of Ceres?"

Carl did not comment, but continued:

"Ailun is just a newly appointed nobleman of Morton. He used to be a gangster with no family and no descendants. Now that he is dead, the Territory of Ceres has completely become an ownerless territory."

"Is that why you want to take it?" Alia asked.

"That's right. If we take it, there will be no succession risk." Carl replied, "There is just one problem. I am only a baron myself and do not have the right to appoint new barons. Not only this matter, but also Selena. Although she regards me as her lord, after all, I am a baron and she is also a baron. The two have equal titles... This situation is not impossible, but it is easy for people with ulterior motives to use it as a topic. This time..."

"I understand." Arya replied. After thinking for a while, she suddenly said, "How about going to the capital and asking the king for a higher title?"

"Asking for it? Is he willing to do so?" Carl looked puzzled.

"Not sure, but we can ask Prime Minister Aaron to mediate," Alia replied.

"Then...what's the reason?" It can't be that I defeated Morton and robbed his land, Carl thought casually.

"You made the Khan retreat with your own strength. Isn't this meritorious service worthy of a reward?" Alia replied.

That does make sense, Karl nodded. However, since the reward is called a reward, it must be the king's initiative to reward you. Going to the king's house to ask for it yourself is called forcing the king to abdicate, which is naturally inappropriate.

Thinking of this, he suddenly said:

"We are going to the capital, but not to ask for a title. We are going to thank the king for his kindness. After he conferred me the title of baron, I have never been to the capital to thank him because I was busy with various wars. Isn't it a good time to do so now?"

After hearing Carl's words, Alia nodded in understanding:

"Indeed. I will write to Myrna at once."

"Yeah~" Carl nodded.

Looking at the girl's back as she turned away, Carl just stood motionless on the city wall, watching the sunset, the light gradually disappearing on the horizon, his mood was extremely complicated, on the one hand he was happy, on the other hand he was worried. He won, successfully expanded his land and strength, but at the same time he completely offended Morton. After all, the other party was still an earl, and even if he failed, his military strength was still far superior to his own. He knew very well that he would face greater challenges and pressures in the future.

At this time, Earl Morton sat decadently in his castle. This once glorious castle now seemed empty and cold, and the flames burning in the high fireplace could not dispel the frost that enveloped his heart. In the hall of the castle, the dim candlelight swayed, projecting his tired face on the ancient murals, which told the glory and conquests of the Morton family in the past. However, in reality, he could only stare at the empty dining table helplessly, imagining the feasts and laughter of the past.

In such silence, a messenger brought worse news - even the Barony of Iren had fallen and now belonged to Karl. This news was like a heavy hammer, hitting Earl Morton's broken heart. He was furious and stood up from his seat. He angrily threw the wine glass in his hand to the fireplace. The glass broke on the stone wall, and the wine fell with the fragments, making a hissing sound in the firelight.

"How is this possible! How dare he?" Morton's voice echoed in the empty hall, full of disbelief and anger. His face turned pale, his hands clenched into fists, and his nails almost dug into the flesh of his palms.

"Regroup the troops, I'm going to skin him alive!" he continued shouting.

"Lord Earl, calm down~"

At this moment, an old man slowly approached him and spoke in a calm tone.

Morton turned his head and looked over, then his expression calmed down a little:

"It's Baron Bardo. It's fine if it's the Greven Valley, but now even the Territory of Ceres has been lost. How can I bear this?"

"My Lord Earl, I know this is a heavy blow, but we are temporarily unable to raise an army. Let's not talk about the matter of the Graven Valley for now, but the Terres has belonged to us since ancient times, and we are right in this matter. I suggest that we go to the capital immediately and ask the king for help. Only the king can face up to this injustice and seek justice for us."

"You're right? Humph, being right is useless~" Morton's face was full of sarcasm, "Can being right take it back?"

"We can't do anything about this on our own, but we can go to the capital and ask the king for help~" Baron Baldo continued.

"You want me to go find Philip? Humph, he'd love to see me make a fool of myself~"

"Your Excellency doesn't understand. Maybe His Majesty doesn't like you, but he is the king after all. He will not tolerate vassal interactions and territorial grabbing."

That's right, Morton understood that Baldo was right about this. The king did not allow vassals to fight or annex each other because he was afraid that someone would become bigger and bigger and eventually threaten the kingship. This was also the reason why the Duke of the Three Realms was prohibited from interfering in the affairs of the North.

"It's just... after all, we were the ones who started this war." Morton still felt somewhat guilty when he said this. After all, the war was caused by the fact that he killed Henry and supported his nephew's coup to usurp power.

But I heard Bardo say faintly:

"It doesn't matter who started it. The important thing is that we lost~ For His Majesty, whoever loses, he will help~"

When Morton heard Baldo say the word "lost", he felt a little annoyed, but he finally calmed down, took a deep breath, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

"Go to the capital to find the king?" he repeated in a low voice, then nodded slowly, "Yes, this is the only way."