But victory was hollow. As he stood on the battlement, breathing the cold air, a messenger arrived from the Empress. The message was a single line, written in elegant Calradic script:
He snorted. Save-scumming was for merchants and tournament cheesers. He was a lord of the Empire. He would adapt. He would learn the new on two-handed maces. He would memorize the reworked stamina cost for high-tier crafts. He would pray that the next patch—v1.2.12—did not nerf his beloved Legionary shields into cardboard. Mount and Blade II Bannerlord v1.2.11.45697
But that was tomorrow.