"Word is that your nation's campaign in the Kingdom of Skelly's North Sea Province ended in defeat, with the loss of six full legions."
Hearing this, the ambassador of the Parambria Kingdom felt his heart sink into a valley—not because the losses at the front were heavy, but because he was terrified that the other side could obtain such detailed information.
To prevent news of the defeat at the front from spreading back home, the kingdom had long since sealed off the information.
Although those at home knew there had been turmoil at the front, they did not know what had happened, much less how many troops had been lost.
"My lord, our nation's campaign in the Kingdom of Skelly has merely seen some minor turbulence. I believe that under the command of our king, the situation will surely be reversed quickly." The ambassador of the Parambria Kingdom raised his head and forced himself to answer.
"But why did I hear that you've lost half the land you occupied in the Kingdom of Skelly, and that your remaining million-strong army has been split across three different regions? The only reason you haven't been defeated yet is because your navy is continuously shipping supplies to those three areas." Kyle wore a gentle smile, his tone easygoing, as if he were talking about something ordinary.
Sweat broke out on the ambassador of the Parambria Kingdom's forehead. He opened his mouth, but did not know how to answer.
He had a feeling that the information the other party had obtained might be even more extensive than what he, the Parambria Kingdom's ambassador, had received.
"Ambassador Falk, we have been paying close attention to your nation's campaign in the Kingdom of Skelly."
"Because of your defeat, my Lord has expressed concern over whether you