The battle on Hastings' border came to an end in a crushing defeat: the Evil God Legion was annihilated, and Hastings lost Fortress El.
The loss of Fortress El meant—
There was nothing left to block the road to Hastings' royal capital.
The Alpha Cavalry could charge straight in and fight its way to the gates of Hastings' royal capital.
After the news arrived—
The nobles of Hastings' royal capital and the heroes stationed there by the Evil God immediately fell into chaos.
The nobles who had previously submitted to the Evil God began harboring ulterior motives.
As for King Hastings—
He had long since been controlled by the Evil God.
At this moment, he was urgently discussing the next step with an envoy from the Evil God's side.
"The elite forces of Hastings were all lost in the border battle."
"The previous campaign against the Rebel Army also caused heavy losses among Hastings' local nobles."
"Even if we conscript the nobles now—"
"It will be difficult to train enough elite soldiers."
"I believe Hastings has already lost its value."
"While I am still King Hastings, and the nobles still fear me—"
"I will issue an immediate order to forcibly conscript the nobles and commoners of Hastings and send them to the Light Kingdom."
War-induced migration of this kind always had terrifying consequences.
Not to mention the attacks by the Alpha Cavalry they might face along the way during such a hurried migration—
Even without any attacks—
The losses alone incurred during the journey would be enough to leave the migrating commoners suffering massive casualties.
Unless they had reached a moment of utter desperation, no one would leave their homeland for another country.
And clearly—
Even if they survived the migration—
Once they reached the Light Kingdom, these ordinary people