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Chapter 876: Silver City

Roland shrugged. He would have to work harder — being overtaken by his own subordinates was nothing to be proud of.

Redwater City, at least, had steadied. Of the nobles who had passed Nightingale’s scrutiny, seventy percent had chosen to continue in their former posts; the rest were trying their luck at City Hall. The basic requirement for the administrative examination — functional literacy — was well within their reach, yet Roland suspected that after the final tests, very few of them would last. Old habits ran deep in people who had spent their lives expecting deference rather than earning competence. Still, becoming a clerk was considerably better than losing one’s head.

Three of the nobles had even applied to the First Army. They were former knights, and Nightingale had found no hidden malice in any of them. Roland refused anyway. His original decision stood.

With feudal power resolved, the work moved faster. In just over a week, more than twenty thousand people had boarded ships for Neverwinter, and the flow from the surrounding districts continued to swell. At first glance, abandoning the smaller towns and villages might look like a contraction of territory — but in practical terms, it dramatically concentrated his administrative reach. In an age where even roads were a luxury, enforcing government policy in the countryside was little more than a fantasy. Stationing a handful of leaders throughout a region over the course of a year was manageable; expecting those same leaders to implement decrees across scattered farmsteads was not.

Barov had asked him more than once why he kept funneling people toward Neverwinter rather than simply unifying the kingdom and leaving existing structures in place. Roland had never given him a complete answer.

The City Hall Director couldn’t imagine how many people a mature coal-and-iron complex could absorb, nor how much time and capital it actually took to build one. And beyond that — remote territories simply couldn’t operate at scale. From any reasonable accounting of resource efficiency, holding them was waste. Better to concentrate the population in a handful of cities with real transport links.

It was through that same logic of land reform that Roland had finally taken full jurisdiction of the Redwater region.

His next target was Silver City.

Compared to Redwater’s sprawling reach, the old king’s mining district was a simpler problem. Silver City had begun as an ordinary city, no different from the ring of settlements around the capital — until someone found the first silver vein. After that, one discovery led to another, and the city grew into what it was now: busy, wealthy, and peculiarly stable.

Given the importance of Silver City’s output to Graycastle’s economy, the reigning lords had always come from the house of Earl William — the “good old man” who had remained loyal to the Wimbledons through every succession crisis. Their power was deliberately constrained, and the city had never been allocated to anyone outside that family. In practical terms, as long as the lord declared allegiance, Silver City’s cooperation was guaranteed.

Persuading them would not be difficult. Roland was King Wimbledon III’s descendant and the most legitimate claimant to the throne; that lineage still carried weight in a place like this.

What gave him pause was something else: Silver City was built on mineral veins — and it was Nightingale’s hometown.

Every time he raised the subject, he received the same answer. I have cut my ties with the Gilen Family. You don’t have to worry about my feelings. He suspected she was keeping something back, but his schedule left little room to press the matter. He let it rest.

Four days after receiving Iron Axe’s dispatch, the Eastern Front Army entered Silver City territory by canal.


It was nearly identical to the arrival at Redwater City. Earl William rode out at the head of a small platoon to receive them, greeted Roland warmly, and immediately extended an invitation to dinner. The key difference was the composition of his retinue: where Redwater’s welcome had been ringed with nobles, the old man’s party was thick with merchants — including their familiar acquaintance Hogg.

That evening, the Earl opened the feast with a short speech that settled the matter before it had properly begun. He was prepared to surrender his feudal power and gave his full support to His Majesty Roland’s new administration. The room applauded before Roland could say anything, and he quietly swallowed the remarks he had prepared.

Then Hogg took hold of the occasion and turned it into a trade fair.

“Haven’t you always been asking how the machine in my mine works?” he declared to the assembled merchants, chest out with obvious relish. “The man who invented it is standing right here — His Majesty Roland himself! A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. You don’t need to travel all the way to the Western Region. You can get your answers right here, tonight, in Silver City.”

The merchants descended on Roland at once.

“Your Majesty, how does the engine generate such force?”

“If you’re willing to expand the rail system, the Daymond Chamber of Commerce would be very interested in a partnership.”

“Your Majesty, do you remember the Fastsail Association? Two years ago, we provided several ships to transport refugees from the Eastern Region. We are among the strongest trading houses in the Central Region, and we would like to discuss purchasing a complete manufacturing set for a steam engine — at a very generous price.”

Roland managed a smile. Margaret’s advance warning — Hogg will bring a crowd of merchants to the Western Region — had failed to mention that he might encounter them first. He felt the mild absurdity of it but found he couldn’t quite be annoyed. The world would be a fine place if every city in Graycastle was as frictionless as Silver City.

After exhausting the merchants’ questions, he finally found a moment to speak privately with the old lord.

They walked the length of the hall together and stepped out onto an open balcony, leaving the noise of the party behind. Roland held his wine glass and looked out over the city for a long moment before speaking.

“Handing over the city so readily — don’t you feel any regret?”

“It was never truly mine to keep.” Earl William smiled. “Your father — and his father before him — never said it plainly, but they would never have allowed Silver City to develop its own armed cluster. It has always been an unspoken rule: the William family does not fortify its own seat. As far as I’m concerned, that kind of power was never really in my hands.” He paused. “And frankly, I don’t need it.”

“Don’t need it?”

“The real purpose of holding a feudal city is to expand your power and prevent rivals from underestimating you. Silver City doesn’t face that problem — any attack on this city would be a direct provocation against the Wimbledon Crown. So as long as my family remains loyal, we were never truly at risk.” The Earl took a slow sip of wine. “And feudal power cuts both ways — you have to distribute resources to buy allegiance, which means less for yourself. I’d rather keep hold of what I have. Do you know how much Silver City’s output has grown in the past twenty years?”

Roland shook his head.

“Sixteen times.” The old lord’s voice rose slightly with pride. “At the start, it was a single open-air silver mine. Now we’ve mapped more than ten distinct mineral veins. In the beginning, the only operation here was the royal excavation team. Now there are merchants dealing in every kind of ore and gemstone, plus a whole constellation of supporting industries — oil lamps, mining tools, smelting equipment. Your steam engine belongs in that same lineage, if I’m not mistaken.”

“You’re not.”

“It’s like raising a child and watching it grow.” The Earl’s smile deepened. “Why would I want to carve it up and give pieces away? That is why I don’t need such power.” He let out a long breath. “Your Majesty — would you allow me to continue managing this city of Silverlight for you?”

“Of course, if you wish to.” Roland raised his glass. The old man raised his. They touched them together, softly, and drank.

“One more thing,” Roland said, lowering his glass. “Do you know anything about the Gilen Family?”

“Gilen.” Earl William considered, one eyebrow rising slowly. “I know the name — though not clearly. It’s been some time since a new noble family appeared in Silver City; the old families were all here before the silver was found. If I recall correctly, the last of the Gilens changed his family name about two years ago. His land now belongs to the Somis.”

When he spoke those words, Roland felt Nightingale’s grip tighten on his arm.

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