Velin lowered his head in acknowledgment, then quietly sat in a wicker chair and watched the siege.
Two hours later, the sound of the gong rang out, and the troops attacking the city began to withdraw.
Beneath the city walls, flesh and severed limbs lay tangled together. Blood stained the brickwork red. Of the more than five thousand corpses, most were Germans, while a smaller number were Ansans.
After the siege ended, Velin rose to his feet and said to the Blood Moon Count, "Great-Aunt, I'll head back first."
"Go."
After paying his respects, Velin returned to the North Gate with his guards.
Within the camp, Life Priests hurried back and forth, treating the wounded soldiers.
Under the gentle glow of healing light, most Thousand Forts Army soldiers became even more devout believers in the Goddess of Life.
After passing through the camp, Velin arrived at the central command tent.
The two sentries saw him approach, lifted the curtain, and bowed their heads in salute.
Inside the tent, the commanders of the Upper Army all rose and saluted him in respect.
Velin walked to the seat of honor and waved for everyone to sit.
Kyle stood behind Velin, looking at the crowd with an indifferent expression. Most of his mind was immersed in constructing combat techniques, leaving only a fraction of his awareness for the outside world to receive and process the meeting's information.
"My lord, in today's first battle, the Upper Army deployed more than eighty thousand warriors. Two thousand three hundred and twenty-seven were killed, one hundred and eighty-three were seriously wounded, and four thousand six hundred and ninety-seven were lightly wounded. Most have already been healed by the priests."
"As for Transcendent supplies, we expended five hundred and eighty-six Intermediate Magic Crystals, one hundred and thirty-three High-Grade