"The fleets of Baisha Port span the entire continent's coastline. From the commercial alliances in the South to the smelting workshops of the Eastern Islands, we have our own trade routes. In less than two months, I guarantee the ores and rare metals you need will fill the warehouses of Black Stone Territory."
Raylo's heart stirred.
His new wife, the most beloved daughter of the Marquis of Baisha, represented not just the political support of the Orland Family, but a vast commercial empire that dominated the Duchy's East Coast and whose influence radiated across the entire Continent.
"I'd forgotten my wife was quite the heiress."
Raylo gently squeezed her cheek and laughed. A problem that had plagued him and Robert for so long truly seemed like a trivial matter to her.
Avril proudly lifted her chin, like a majestic swan.
"Of course."
"In that case, I'm counting on you."
Raylo's expression grew serious again.
