On June 22, 9760 of the Radiant Calendar, the great army set out, converging on the border of the Kingdom of Skalovi.
War was about to break out. The million-strong forces deployed in the former Breller Grand Duchy and the Kingdom of Skalovi stood ready in strict formation.
Inside the Southern Army Command Department in the capital of the Tarapha District, Velin sat in a wooden chair on the left, listening to the Kingdom of Skalovi's envoy speak at length, growing somewhat drowsy.
It had to be said, this fellow truly had a way with words, but none of it had much to do with Velin's interests.
"Ambassador Velin, what do you think?"
Hearing Elsa's question, Velin replied with a smile, "Queen Elsa, Grand Duke Merezzakli, you can decide this matter yourselves."
"I have only one bottom line: the Expeditionary Army's interests must not be harmed."
Seeing this, Elsa and Merezzakli exchanged glances, then turned to the Kingdom of Skalovi's envoy. "Please return and inform His Majesty Rivacamon that we will treat your country's prisoners of war well."
"Please rest assured, my lords. I will convey those words in full." The Kingdom of Skalovi's envoy saluted the three of them respectfully, then took out a Parchment Map and handed it to the guard beside him.
After passing it around, they found that it contained a detailed record of the Kingdom of Skalovi's border defenses, including the personalities, spouses, children, strength, weapons, and factional leanings of the generals stationed in every city. Nothing had been left out.
It had to be said, this was the first time Velin had ever seen a king take the lead in betraying his own country's army.
Then again, the world was unpredictable. It was vast enough that unexpected things were bound to happen.
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