Nant Royal City.
The gates of the royal city were wide open, but the Imperial Second Legion did not dare enter.
An army of tens of thousands was not something that could all enter Nant Royal City so easily, and both Count Clayton and Ryan were certain that the moment they began entering Nant Royal City, the Church of Dawn army stationed on the hillside opposite would launch an attack.
When that happened, the soldiers of the Imperial Second Legion would be anxious to get into the royal city and would have little will to fight. They would already be behind the enemy in morale, and defeat would be inevitable.
And so they could only make camp outside the city where they stood, digging horse-tripping pits, while the Church of Dawn army opposite did much the same. Ryan even wrote a letter into the royal city, telling the King of Nant to close the gates.
That cut off everyone's hopes.
"Have the scouts still not returned?"
Ryan walked into the military tent on his own and asked.
"Not yet."
Hearing that answer, Ryan fell silent for a moment, then said:
"Something's happened."
Count Clayton looked up and frowned.
"You're that sure?"
"On the soil of Nant Kingdom, aside from the Church of Dawn, no one can stop the empire's scouts from returning on time."
"But isn't that guess a little too hasty? I'll send more men to confirm what's happening in the Valley of Mist."
Count Clayton did not doubt Ryan's military ability. After all, his reputation resounded throughout the empire. But he still questioned it as a matter of routine. "Even if something has happened, Aatrox should be able to hold out for a while. The pass in the Valley of Mist is narrow. Unless a large number of