Baron Valent was a man acutely sensitive to his own interests, and he'd been the ringleader among the local nobles who demanded a share when I captured Count Épinay. There was no love lost between us, obviously.
Back then I'd been a no-name duchy knight, but the me of today was vastly different from the me of back then. I had the favor of the Grand Duke and the Crown Prince, I was the Lord of Feuzen, and I was the Commander of the Gale Knights.
Not the kind of credentials you pick a fight with.
Unless you were a prince, no nobleman could look down on me.
Hmm, I should pray that I find Baron Valent on the battlefield.
Funny how I'd been praying more often lately, despite having no faith.
I should just think of it as a kind of calming ritual. The operator who created this world and gave me the system was basically a god anyway, so it wasn't even inaccurate.
