The Nant Kingdom.
Even hundreds of miles away, Ryan could still feel the terrifying fluctuations coming from the south. The ocean of magic had been ignited and brought to a boil. Although the other power had not reached legendary strength, its rank surpassed the legendary level countless times over. The Lord of Dawn's power was being harnessed for war. Two days later, Ryan received news from the front. Neither the Empire nor the Church had won the battle at Dragon Bone Valley. Countless bodies lay across the battlefield, and blood flowed in rivers toward the valley, turning the barren land into a world of crimson.
Ryan could imagine the scene there, because he, too, had carried out one massacre after another within the Nant Kingdom.
"Lord Ryan."
Ronan returned to Ryan with the troops supervising the campaign, bringing news of the deaths of many nobles.
"Your army blocked the nobles' escape route in the south. They refused to hide in the wilderness, and several generals have killed them. Some have hidden themselves, but the Nant Kingdom has no remote mountains. They'll be found within two days at most."
"Another dozen or so nobles were found in the north. The Kingdom of Carlos sent them back. They didn't even manage to reach the Empire's provinces."
After speaking, Ronan looked cautiously at Ryan.
"My lord, should we continue?"
Few nobles remained in the Nant Kingdom.
Ryan turned and looked at Ronan.
"What, do you want to wait until those nobles recover and become my enemies?"
"What? I—I absolutely didn't mean that."
Sweating profusely, Ronan knelt on the ground and swore loyally that he had never entertained such a terrible thought.
"Then go on supervising the campaign. The army's morale seems rather low?"
That was what Ryan said.
"Yes. After leaving your side,