Having received Alexander’s instructions, Remus quickly left the camp, promising to find every little useful detail that he could from the two men.

“I will also interrogate some of the regular troops they brought. See if the two narratives fit.” The young general even cleverly promised this.

“Mmmmm!” While the exhausted pasha gave the most anemic nod, feeling more relieved than anything else.

Because he thought that the day was finally over. Finally, he could get that nap his tired body was so very much begging for.

Thus, feeling that he had taken care of all that mattered at the moment, he dragged his tired body back to the mansion as swiftly as he could, where a warm bath and a hearty meal awaited him.

Alexander did not really know how he finished those things, but he did know he did it very quickly.

It was so fast in fact that Alexander did not even bother to report the details of today’s battle to Lady Miranda who had come to join him for dinner, but simply assured her that they had managed to achieve all their goals with minimum casualties and that Lord Janus was free to enter the harbor any time he pleased.

And seeing the state of the man, the Lady of the house also did not poke for details, but with a gentle smile instantly chimed in a sort of flattering way, “That is truly great news my lord. Truly you are a god of war, unyielding and indomitable. I will send a message to Lord Janus first thing in the morning. The faster he gets here the better.”

Alexander did not quite remember how he had reacted, but it must have been a nod as that would have made the most sense.

As for the matter of Anoon’s defection and the capture of Achillas, well that was skipped altogether because Alexander determined that could wait till the next day.

And that was not the only thing that Alexander skipped.

Lady Nanazin, who had dressed herself in a very sexy, brand new negligee to reward her man for all his hard work today also found herself getting ignored today in bed.

Alexander had initially grown interested in seeing the lady in her novel garb, and after the long day certainly felt like calming his nerves with a little bit of action, to vent all his pent up emotions.

But all such thoughts of getting intimate turned to dreamy bubbles the moment he hit the bed as he was gripped by one of the most intense spells of slumber in his life.

It was such an immense grip that Alexander felt almost glued to the bed and even if he was told that the room he was in was on fire, he would have likely simply replied,

“Let it burn. I want my eight hours.”

The lady sleeping next to him certainly puffed her cheeks a bit in annoyance at this, especially because she was really looking to have her itch scratched the whole day.

But that little bit of bitterness dissolved away almost the moment her eyes landed on Alexander’s sleeping, exhausted face, and understanding it must have been a really hectic day, the curvy lady wrapped her sensual body as tightly as she could around the man’s muscular torso, and soon also slipped away to the land of dreams.

While Alexander and his group slumbered in their mansion, back in Lord Parker’s camp, things were predictably far from being so peaceful.

Instead, a tense, mournful atmosphere hung by the air around the large encampment, with the survivors of today’s battle lamenting the loss of so many of their brothers, be it the battle, the infighting, and the biggest cause of all- the collapsing bridge.

Towards all these tragedies, each man dealt with it in his own way.

Some shared their stories with others, shaking their heads in regret, some drank heavily to dull the pain, while others kept quiet but burned with a bitter hatred towards the other family inside, blaming them for all their loss.

The Margraves’ men hated the Heeat side for attacking them so blatantly, while the latter blamed the former for the collapse of the bridge and the subsequent death of so many of their men.

And as they slung blame at one another discussing this, there were even a small scale fight that broke out between the two sides, involving both the troops as well as a few of the officers.

“You bastards! You attacked us! You attacked us even though we were supposed to be allies.” One of the Margraves officers had cried indignantly while taking a large gulp of the strong liquor.

“Bah! Allies? What kind of ally lets their brother fall to their deaths? You are nothing but hypocrites! Saving your skin and letting ours burn. *Pui*!” Towards this accusation, the opposing Heeat officer had the swiftest of defense.

And it was an attack that incensed all those Margraves hearing it,

“Hypocrites! The only two faced snake is you! We tried our best to save as many as we could! And what did we get? *Pui*, now I understand how foolish we really had been! We should have left you snakes to rot up there!”

The regretful and angry faces of the Margraves officers produced no sympathy among the Heeat side, who instead blatantly mocked them,

“Heh! Stop playing the victim! It was the general’s order for you to obtain more ships. You deserved to die for your failure. Just wait till the Lord is done with you. All of you will get the chop!

Mark my words!”

Most of the arguments the Margraves had with the Heeat ended like this, with the latter bringing up General Achillas’s abduction by units belonging to the former, and the punishment all of them were going to receive because of it.

Towards this unjust accusation, at first, the Margraves tried their best to defend themselves, claiming it was only done only a stray band of traitors.

And as proof, they tended to hold up Lord Bernard and how the ship was stolen only because he had gotten stabbed, courtesy of the Heeat forces they were quick to remind all.

The Heeat officers however of course did not put any ear to it, and even appeared proud of their act, claiming this was only them acting justly, as revenge for their general.

This unapologetic and extremely arrogant stance had always battered at the Margraves’s men hearts, and today, at last, it got to the point that the Margraves finally decided enough was enough, with one of the Margraves officers being unable to bear it any longer let out this frustrated shout,

“Motherf****, it’s good that general bastard was taken. It’s great that Ser Robert took him. And I hope Alexander slaughters and eats that motherf****!”

The extremely interdicting words did nothing to earn the Margraves’ favor from the Heeats, but instead actually caused them to flare up into a deep frenzy.

“Traitors! Traitors the whole lot of them! Kill them! Kill these traitors!”

These words, clearly spoken out in a moment of clear passion, were swiftly taken out of context by the angry as well as opportunistic Heeat soldiers and soon a brawl broke out in Lord Parker’s camp between the two sides.

*Clang*, *Clang*, *Clang*,

And then soon that brawl, which started off only as a fist fight with armored greaves and wooden sticks turned hot, as some of the more angry and hot blooded men decided to bring their weapons to the fray.

And when even one of them decided to do this, everyone else naturally followed.

Thus, daggers, hatchets axes, swords, and even the deadliest of all, spears were all soon employed in this fight, which soon transformed from a small local brawl to a full blown……

Well, it was hard to name what this fighting exactly was because it was not exactly a rebellion, mutiny or a civil war.

Neither side was fighting to take over the camp or usurp the leadership but it was more like the affected soldiers were simply venting.

The Heeat family had lost a lot of good men, and they did not know who to blame. At the same time, the Margraves were fed up with how they were being treated and wanted to fight for more equal treatment.

Perhaps it was because of this that the whole thing did not spill over into something greater, into something that threatened to destroy the very camp they were in.

Without an unifying force and a proper chain of command, individual units of soldiers found themselves fighting as if they were blind, without any eyes and ears.

Thus neither side could properly capitalize on their success such as by reinforcing units that were in trouble or attacking weakened enemy formations.

And so, when Lord Parker and other high ranking officers decided to step in, without there being any leader among the units to challenge their authority and presence, the fighting was quickly squashed.

However, needless to say, this fighting had done basically irreversible damage to the goodwill between the two sides. And it was even doubtful if the family would be able to even fight in the same side any time soon, forget about coordinating with each.

The pent up bitterness had reached a crescendo.

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