In the end, Count Raymond dismissed his soldiers and prostrated himself at Simon’s feet. He was seething at having to bow before a boy young enough to be his son, but he was helpless against an undead legion. “Even for Kizen, this kind of force is… problematic,” he managed, not yet completely broken. Strength still lingered in his eyes. “The Dark Alliance recognizes the autonomy of its member nations and fiefs. This is a domain where Kizen cannot interfere! How do you plan to handle the diplomatic fallout?”