The Eastern Duke's Legacy

With a light turn of the page, the report revealed the experience and lessons countless soldiers had won on the Paramel Highlands that day with blades at their throats.

Those standing beside the blades that day had not only been Typhonians, but Cecilians as well.

Any new thing was imperfect at its birth, and the more advanced it was, the more likely that was to be true. Even if scholars exhausted themselves making deductions, even with someone like Gawain—who had accumulated millions of years of experience across three lifetimes—to guide them, humanity's creations would never truly be perfect.

Relying on technology and ideas that had crushed an entire era, the Cecil Legion had once swept across the entire southern region and the Holy Spirit Plain. But when facing the Typhonians, weaknesses nobody had previously discovered were still exposed—though the Typhonians had taken a different path from Cecil, they had become formidable enemies capable of forcing the magic-guided legions to fight with their full attention. Before a powerful enemy, any weakness could be fatal.

"The Armored Train is something new. Even the most experienced veterans could only feel their way forward slowly when faced with the Iron Throne. Mistakes during that process are perfectly normal," Gawain said, almost as if speaking to himself. "What matters most is that Philip found these flaws and summarized them in such a short time..."

"The Typhonians have already seen the Armored Train with their own eyes. The force that successfully withdrew will definitely bring back a great deal of critical intelligence," Amber said from beside him. "Will they suspend their agreement with us to build railways? After all, once an Armored Train enters their territory, the damage it can cause is far beyond what ordinary troops can match..."

"They will recognize the danger, but they