The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

The Northern Realm of the Campbell family, North Stream Valley Earl's Territory.

The air here is filled with the fragrance of earth and wheat, like a poetic pastoral painting, with a tranquil and serene atmosphere.

Unlike the incessant clamor and black smoke of Thunder City, the most choking smoke here is no more than that from the castle kitchen chimneys and the cigar in the lord's hand.

Right at the center of North Stream Valley, Glanston Castle stands tall and imposing.

This fortress, constructed from granite, stands like a loyal sentry, steadfastly guarding for centuries on the highlands, overlooking the vast territory bequeathed by the Ancestors.

Endless wheat fields have just finished the autumn harvest, leaving only the neat stubble and emaciated peasants swaying in the cool autumn breeze.

Scattered farmhouses dot the land, windmills turn slowly, everything is orderly.

This is Campbell Duchy's northernmost castle, separated from the perilous Twilight Province by a barrier known as Rapids Pass.

At this moment, on the highest terrace of the castle, two men of contrasting statures stand shoulder to shoulder, gazing at the serene land.

The one on the left is the castle's master, Earl Derek Granston.

Nearing fifty, yet still robust and strong, his weathered face is etched with resolve, much like the walls beneath his feet.

The ravages of time have not eroded his courage; instead, they have deepened a mature and steady authority, with a subtle sophistication hidden beneath.

It is precisely due to his courage and sophistication that the forest fire chaos of Twilight Province has not spread to the area below the Rushing River.

Of course, perhaps he has simply credited himself for this achievement.

Standing beside him is another young man equally famous in Campbell Duchy, Jelock Campbell.

He is Edward's younger brother, slightly older than Erin. At this moment, he is wearing a silver-blue armor, with the emblem of the Trident Knights engraved on the breastplate.

Unlike his brother's deepening sophistication, his face still bears the sharpness of youth, along with a hint of imperceptible restlessness.

"... Whenever I feel down, I come here for a while."

Derek opened up, squinting at the slowly turning windmills, speaking casually to the young man beside him.

"I think that, hundreds of years ago, the Family Head of Granston stood in the same spot, gazing at the same scenery, smiling at the corrosion of hell and chaos, smiling as the tumultuous winds blew past us... it was so before, and still is now."

Jelock, though not old, understood what this vassal loyal to his brother was saying.

The Granston family, as the foremost of the Northern Vassals, and Earl Derek as a renowned lord of valor, naturally rallied the conservative forces of Campbell Duchy under his banner.

In their view, Edward's proximity to the humble common folk and profit-driven merchants was a desecration of ancestral law. The so-called reforms he advocated were shaking the sacred and inviolable authority of the nobles, an utterly depraved act.

Of course, Jelock believed they did not intend to rebel, but were, like him, attempting to pressure his brother to return to the right path through such means.

And not to lead his sister and the Campbell family down a road of no return...

"I... hope so."

Jelock echoed words someone else had said recently, gazing at the distant, tranquil pastoral scene, a complexity filling his heart.

Sometimes, he did not understand what his brother was pursuing, but he always felt this was not what his father hoped to see.

Earl Derek seemed to see through his inner struggle and continued to persuade him earnestly.

"We all hope so, that our duchy gets better and not become a tool for someone's ambition. Look at the distant wheat fields, everything here is so wonderful. Our farmers work from dawn to dusk, faithfully serving their lord. Our knights are loyal and reliable, defending our lands."

"This is what Campbell should be like, what our kingdom should be like, simple and full of hope... I believe if my Ancestors were standing here, they would be proud of our choices!"

And just as he reached this point, Earl Derek's tone shifted, carrying a hint of undisguised disdain.

"However, not everyone is worthy of their pride. You know where I'm talking about, that Thunder City, I don't know from what day, but it has become increasingly filthy."

Jelock took a deep breath.

"I've heard Erin talk about things there."

Derek grinned.

"Erin... she's still too young. Our duchy is vast, with places she can see and places she cannot. And in the corners she can't see, our foundations have been corroded with holes."

"The citizens have become lax and profit-driven, forgetting the respect due to nobles with a few filthy coins in their pockets. And those farmers, even worse, they've forgotten even the skill of farming, daring to dream of settling in Thunder City. Including those barons, who went and became neighbors with commoners. Haha... I think they've been kicked in the head by a mule!"

At this point, Derek cleverly turned the topic to Jelock himself, a gleam of expectation in his eyes.

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