Ash Fortress.
The Dwarf King, having failed to quit drinking for the 186th time, had just woken from his sleep and was preparing to have a small drink when the terrible news arrived.
Whether it was the Frankish Empire or the Ilibia Kingdom, both were far stronger than the Dwarf Kingdom.
The only reason they could usually sleep peacefully was because the small human nations stood between them, keeping them from bordering those two giants directly.
"Is the news true?"
the Dwarf King asked in alarm.
Being targeted by the two strongest human nations at once was enough to make even the Elves' scalps tingle, let alone the Dwarf Kingdom.
Worse still, one of their friendly neighboring kingdoms was already among them.
Ever since breaking free from the Church's control, the Ruthenia Kingdom had launched a massive anti-religious reform movement and achieved considerable results over the past few years.
With three great enemies surrounding them, were the Dwarves supposed to survive this?
"Your Majesty, although this news is difficult to accept, it is indeed true.
Both the Frankish Empire and the Ilibia Kingdom have raised the banner of resisting foreign races. Their armies have already begun moving. Before long, we will have two more hostile neighbors!"
Moi replied grimly.
As Foreign Minister, he could not escape blame for such a development.
But some matters were simply beyond their control.
Being in opposing camps, the Foreign Affairs Department had no chance to employ alliance-building and diplomatic maneuvering.
No matter how ingenious their plans were, as long as they proposed them, the humans would automatically slap them with the label of "ulterior motives."
Other than bluntly sowing discord, there was truly little they could do to divide the human nations.
"Is there no way to stop them?"
As soon as the Dwarf