But how could that be possible when a certain Marquis had been looking forward to this opportunity for weeks?
At first, Draven Holt had not seen any of this as a threat.
In fact, he was even generous enough to pity those poor fools whose luxury trading and private contract businesses would soon collapse because of the sudden rise of goods from that suspicious guild.
Of course, his pity came bundled with sneers. But that was the extent of it.
After all, not his backyard, not his problem.
Or so he thought.
Because who could have imagined they would have the audacity to invade his very own realm?
That stupid support-type combination mecha, made by that arrogant little brat who thought he was a genius.
Holt could still tolerate the mecha built for the Marshal, because obviously that was a one-off. With materials like that, no one in their right mind would think it could be mass-produced.
