"Oh, Princess Grace. I had nearly forgotten about her," Milton murmured as he nodded thoughtfully.

Grace might have been born a woman, but she commanded Valon's complete trust. Not only had she earned a position within the Regal Observatory, but she also secretly controlled Dragonmarsh's most formidable intelligence network.

This intelligence organization had always served the royal family exclusively. Even those who knew of its existence dared not speak of it openly, much less interfere with its operations.

"So few neutral forces remain. If I could bring Grace into my camp, my chances of success would improve considerably." Tristan's eyes narrowed as he calculated the possibilities.

"Your Highness, Princess Grace is no simple opponent. Winning her allegiance would likely demand a steep price," Milton warned.

"Recruiting her may prove difficult, but extracting information from her should be manageable enough." A faint smile played across Tristan's lips.

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