Misfortunes never came singly. While they were discussing the situation in Messiah Province, three more pleas for aid flew in from the front lines.
The Minister of Military Affairs, who had been brimming with confidence, was instantly dumbfounded.
If it had merely been a matter of suppressing rebellions, the Black Forest Kingdom would naturally have been more than capable. The problem was that most of the kingdom's main forces were concentrated at the front.
Under the original plan, aside from leaving part of the forces behind to defend the Royal Capital, the Standing Army's main duty was to garrison the borders, while the nobles' private armies maintained local order.
No one had expected that after the cultist rebellions compounded the natural disasters, this seemingly perfect military structure would collapse.
The greater the domestic turmoil, the less they dared move the massive armies on the front lines. If the troops had barely left when the foreign races came to take advantage of the chaos, it would be a disaster.
The army stationed in the Royal Capital had already been tapped three times. If they continued drawing troops from it, no one would be able to sleep at night.
The sudden shift in circumstances had made everything far more complicated.
Under normal circumstances, great nobles would not ask the Kingdom government for aid. After all, it was their own territory, and no one wanted outsiders telling them what to do.
Four provinces had been forced to ask the Kingdom government for help one after another. It was easy to imagine just how dangerous the local situation had become. If it continued worsening, it would truly be the end of the dynasty.
Alexander V, who fancied himself a great ruler of his generation, would never allow such a thing to happen.
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