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"I... I would be honored," Vratislav stammered, realizing his scheme had been countered by a superior stat.

A nervous courtier stepped forward, whispering into the Duke’s ear. Vratislav had been seen meeting with a known assassin in the tavern district. The "Loyal Brother" modifier was a lie; Vratislav was currently 95% of the way through a "Murder" scheme targeting Bořivoj. Vratislav had been seen meeting with a known

The Duke didn't shout. He didn't call the guards. Instead, he turned to his brother and smiled—the cold, calculated smile of a player who had just checked the . He didn't call the guards

In the world of the Middle Ages, friends are just enemies who haven't found a good reason to betray you yet. But for tonight

"You're right, Vratislav," Bořivoj said, sliding the parchment across the table. "We need this alliance. In fact, I want you to lead the embassy to Budapest. Take the mountain pass. It’s faster."

As his brother backed out of the room, Bořivoj sighed and leaned back. The fever was worsening, his "Stress Level" was rising, and his heir was still a three-year-old child with the "Scaly" trait. But for tonight, the borders were safe, and the internal threats were managed.

Suddenly, a notification seemed to chime in the air—a .