Reconstruction (2)

Preston stood in Martin's tent, his gaze sweeping over the unsealed letter on the table as his expression shifted slightly.

"Is this... for Ang?" His tone was calm, yet carried a hint of amusement.

Seeing through him, Martin no longer concealed it and nodded directly. "Yes, Your Highness. We really can't hold on anymore. If we don't ask for help... Baker Fortress may be breached."

Preston rubbed his chin, smiling faintly. "If it were anyone else, he might not bother with you. But Ang... he might actually come help."

"Really, Your Highness?" Uriah's eyes immediately lit up, her voice carrying unconcealed anticipation.

"Of course." Preston spoke with certainty. "You may not know this yet, but half the land on the Archipelago Plane is now under his control. He is no longer merely a decorated general of the Empire, but a pillar among the new nobility."

Uriah listened with rapt attention, already picturing Ang leading warriors to sweep aside the Demons and reclaim Baker Fortress in a magnificent counterattack.

"Since the letter hasn't been sent yet, why not let me make the trip?" Preston suddenly said. "I'll take a Magic Broom. It'll be much faster than a messenger."

Martin froze, then hurriedly waved his hands. "Your Highness, absolutely not. Your status is too esteemed. How could you personally—"

"This is a plea for reinforcements, not an invitation to visit." Preston cut him off with a smile. "On the battlefield, efficiency matters more than status."

Unable to stop him, Martin could only nod in thanks.

Not long after, Preston mounted a Magic Broom etched with silver patterns and shot into the sky like a streak of light.

Uriah watched his retreating figure, her eyes filled with admiration as well as emotions she could not conceal.

"If Ang truly comes... perhaps we can