By the time Henrietta arrived at the battlefield, the situation had already become incomparably dire.
Albion's aerial fleet held an absolute advantage. Those enormous warships cruised leisurely through the sky while mercilessly raining shells down upon the ground. Faced with Albion's aerial bombardment, Tristain's soldiers could only hide within cracks in the mountains and use magic to create barriers for protection.
Of course, that resistance meant little.
"The enemy army has finished regrouping. After one round of bombardment, they will likely begin their assault immediately."
The Minister of War spoke, while Henrietta watched the battle before her with a deathly pale expression.
"What are our odds of victory?"
"Probably less than fifty percent."
"..."
Hearing this, Henrietta fell silent. In truth, she understood perfectly well that even if they held back the attack here, it would be of little use. Now that Albion had formally launched its assault on Tristain, Germania would no longer bring up a military alliance, and her wedding was completely ruined. Even if they repelled Albion's attack here, they could not expect reinforcements from anywhere else.
"Lord Mazarini."
"Princess?"
"I have been hesitating."
As she spoke, Henrietta opened her hand. Resting in it was a round red gemstone.
"Princess, what is that?"
"This is an item for summoning a god."
"Summoning... a god?"
The Minister of War was somewhat bewildered by Henrietta's words.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Exactly what I said. I can summon a god and promise to offer it everything I possess in exchange for its protection to defeat the enemy. But... it is a god from another world. If I offer it everything, then this country..."
"Princess, surely you are not saying that you intend to change the state religion!"
Mazarini was immediately shocked.
"Do you realize what consequences that would