In a usurped kingdom , amid a war-torn and  blood-soaked Italy, Conradin's battleground is set. To reclaim his birthright the crown of Sicily,  he must tread a path paved with blood, learning that he must do whatever it takes to ascend the throne.




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In the year 1266, the tale of Conradin, the last scion of an ancient imperial dynasty, unfolds. His once-great kingdom, Sicily, has been ruthlessly usurped first by his own uncle and now rests in the hands of the cunning French Count Charles. Through a treacherous plot involving the Pope, Charles managed to oust the Hohenstaufen from the Kingdom of Sicily and crowned himself as its king.

In the East, powers such as the Despotate of Epirus are keenly observing the instability in Sicily, poised to seize any advantage that may arise from the chaos. Meanwhile, the small Italian communes are caught in the political crossfire, aligning themselves with one side of the conflict or the other based on the prevailing political party in power and their vested interests. These shifting allegiances turn the Italian peninsula into a powder keg, where all-out war seems inevitable.

As the shadows of history close in around Conradin, the world watches with bated breath. Will he emerge triumphant, his name forever etched in the annals of Sicilian glory as the rightful king who defied insurmountable odds, toppling both the Pope and the usurper? Or will he, in his valiant struggle, become a tragic figure, a symbol of lost opportunities and shattered dreams? The future of Sicily hangs in the balance, and Conradin's destiny remains uncertain, poised on the precipice of history.

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  I have made a mistake in previous chapters regarding the coinage, unfortunately for me I have taken into account the weight in gold and silver of a different century from the 13th as such I had to modify it .


1 denaro = 1 gram of gold = 4 grams of silver whiche are 6 tarii= 96 kharrube (copper coins)


The carts carrying corpses and injured soldiers left the square, passing through a bustling market where merchants shouted their wares and children ran around laughing. The noise and joy, however, came to a halt as the carts slowly made their way to the city gates. In a show of respect for the dead and injured, people removed their hats and held them to their chests. Corrado rode quietly behind the convoy, taking in the scenery and contemplating the cost of war.


Chapter 133 - Fee of victory