Though Ronan did not look particularly strong, his strength was not to be underestimated. He easily floored several challengers in a row, and only when a Nord guard could no longer hold back and stepped onto the field did the match become evenly matched.
The day ended amid merriment. After taking a quick shower, Ronan, drenched in sweat from all the fun, returned to the tent reserved for him. Before long, Mario arrived; Ronan had told him earlier to come find him that evening.
Ronan knew nothing about the current battle situation and had plenty to ask Mario. He wiped his dripping hair with a cloth. Since he had not had a haircut in a while, his hair had grown to his shoulders, so he parted it down the middle while looking in the mirror, then shamelessly sighed that handsome people looked good in any hairstyle.
Sitting on the bed, Ronan gestured for Mario to sit on the stool opposite him and asked,
"How is the situation now?"
"At present, our side holds a slight advantage in military strength, and our supplies are also superior. But the enemy currently occupies Fortress Two and remains holed up inside. We have launched several attacks in a row without achieving much."
"Wouldn't this just play into their hands? If this stalemate continues, it will definitely be disadvantageous for Terra. No matter how abundant Terra's resources are, they will eventually run out, while the other side can bring supplies in from outside."
"If this drags on, Terra will be unable to hold out and will have no choice but to negotiate. When that happens, they will inevitably have to concede a great deal of benefits. Isn't the King of Terra worried at all?"
"Heh heh, do you think the King of Terra hadn't thought