James's face was filled with rage. "You want to play? Fine. I'll play, and I'll make sure it's fun," he snarled. "Tell the Blithe King to come see me at Common Clinic," he ordered furiously.

Henry glanced at James. He wanted to point out that the Blithe King wasn't James's subordinate, but he swallowed the words and simply moved aside. He called the Blithe King.

"Blithe King? It's Henry. James wants you at Common Clinic."

The Blithe King had just arrived home from the military region. Before he could sit down, Henry's call came. He furiously kicked the villa door, shattering it.

"Tell James I don't work for him! He has no authority to order me around!" Henry heard the Blithe King roar. He turned and saw James sitting behind him.

"You need to go, now. James is about to lose it. If his anger isn't contained, Cansington will become a battlefield like the Southern Plains border. The consequences will be severe. Are you sure you can fix it?"

"Fuck"

The Blithe King was furious. He was deeply dissatisfied with James, but he dared not disobey. He understood James's temper; the man had made a name for himself in battle a year ago. He smashed his phone, turned, and ordered, "Prepare the car. Common Clinic."

"James, I think the Blithe King is really angry," Henry reported cautiously after the call. James's expression softened. He smiled. "Anyone would be. We're of similar rank, and yet"

"True." Henry sat down, feeling a little sympathy for the Blithe King, one of the Five Commanders. Since his transfer to Cansington, he'd been constantly cleaning up James's messes. Henry almost chuckled at the thought.

The Blithe King arrived at Common Clinic within thirty minutes, his expression furious. Henry stood, offered his seat, and, picking up a cigarette, offered it with a smile. "Blithe King, our commander just wanted a chat. Why the angry face?"

The Blithe King refused the cigarette and sat down quietly. He looked at James, legs crossed. "James—Black Dragon—what do you want?"

"As a Commander of the Five Armies, you've heard the rumors."

The Blithe King had heard the rumors; Henry's call had fueled his fury.

"What are you doing?" The Blithe King stood, roaring.

"Why are you yelling? Sit down," James said indifferently. The Blithe King knew this wouldn't be good. He took a deep breath and sat. James lit a cigarette. "It's simple. I need one hundred thousand soldiers deployed in eight days."

"Impossible!" "James, this is Cansington, not the Southern Plains! Do you know the uproar this will cause?"

"Henry!"

"Yes!" "Issue a military order: five hundred thousand soldiers from the Southern Plains!"

"Understood!"

Terrified, the Blithe King compromised. "James, please. One hundred thousand, fine. But promise me there won't be any deaths! We'll treat it as a drill!"

"Don't worry. A dozen, maybe," James said with a smile.

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