In early February of Radiant Calendar year 9799, the Third Corps withdrew completely from Tukra Province of the Parambria Kingdom.
Three days later, the Parambria Kingdom's army retook Tyrannus Fortress.
Standing atop the walls, Lancaster gazed at the Okra Kingdom's territory beyond the border, his expression conflicted.
Five months earlier, he had led an army of over three hundred thousand in a siege of this place for more than a month, yet had failed to make even the slightest headway.
Now, however, he had reclaimed the city with ease.
For a moment, Lancaster felt a strange sense of unreality, as though everything was an illusion and he was still living in a dream.
Yet everything before his eyes confirmed that this was reality, not a dream.
Looking up at the clear, cloudless sky, he could not help recalling the time His Majesty the King had summoned him more than four months earlier.
Back then, he had just retreated into the kingdom through the troop transport passage in the mountains. Before he could reorganize his army, a royal envoy had arrived at the camp to convey His Majesty the King's command.
Aboard a Sky Battleship, he had reached the Royal Capital in just one day.
He vaguely remembered the sorrow that had filled His Majesty's eyes when he mentioned Hanging Moon Peak. Even now, that look remained fresh in his memory.
As for how he had left the Royal Palace Main Hall afterward, he could not recall. That stretch of memory seemed blurred; images remained, but they told him little.
Three days later, however, he had been appointed governor of Tukra Province, responsible for commanding every army in the province, as well as the three Kingdom Legions assigned to its territory.
"Governor, this letter arrived from the Royal Capital. Please review