The Dark Forest people's actions were swift. The Foreign Affairs Department communicated with the Alpha Kingdom at top speed, but no matter how fast they moved, they could not overcome a scheme that had long been prepared.
The king's envoy was still on the road when the Southeast Province was already engulfed in flames.
The granary north of the city, of enormous "strategic significance," was now wrapped in raging flames.
The nearby garrison soldiers kept adding firewood, making the blaze burn even fiercer, while noble officers beside them complained that the warehouse was too hard to burn.
Shoddy construction inevitably came with all sorts of problems. For example, the warehouse doors had been crudely pieced together from fresh wood, and a small fire simply would not ignite them.
Count Ian, the king's special envoy who had hurried over, happened to witness this classic scene before casually entering the main camp.
"Marshal, Governor, this is His Majesty's written order. Please dispatch troops as soon as possible to eliminate the Underworld Races entrenched in the Black Stone Mountain Range!"
As a clever man, Count Ian understood his role very clearly. His task was only to deliver the order.
As for the struggles between great figures, they were not something a Court Count like him should involve himself in.
"Understood!
Count, you arrived at a most unfortunate time. The enemy launched a night raid and burned the strategic supplies we had stockpiled at the front.
Tell His Majesty that we are gathering provisions again. Once preparations are complete, we will immediately dispatch troops!"
Hearing Hudson's reply, Count Ian was full of admiration. As expected of the kingdom's marshal—his ability to lie with his eyes open was beyond the reach of ordinary people.
He clearly did not want to send troops, yet he still