Letter to Blackwater City

Night fell, and it was dinner time in the camp. Alex sat quietly in his tent, holding a pen as he gazed thoughtfully at the map before him.

After a moment, he set down his pen and sighed softly.

Just now, he had issued an important order to the intelligence network on the duchy army's side: they were to contact the duchy's independent nobles who had been imprisoned or placed under close surveillance as quickly as possible, while ensuring their own safety.

Those nobles were likely being guarded by the Silver Maple Secret Guard. Breaking through the enemy's defenses and successfully approaching those targets would not be easy, and the task would undoubtedly be fraught with danger.

But Alex knew time was running out. Since he had accepted the mission, and with the decisive battle drawing near, he had to give it everything he had, no matter how difficult the road ahead might be.

Alex felt somewhat exhausted. He leaned back slightly in his chair and closed his eyes to rest, only to fall asleep.

After an unknown amount of time had passed, Alex suddenly opened his eyes. He took out his pocket watch, checked the time, and realized several hours had gone by.

He muttered to himself, "The order should have reached the duchy's Main Camp by now. I wonder if they've started acting yet. I hope everything goes smoothly!"

Just then, the door burst open with a bang, startling Alex.

He looked up and saw Viscount Hawke striding in with a box in hand.

Viscount Hawke carefully placed the box on the table before Alex. Alex looked down and saw that it contained food.

Viscount Hawke looked at the exhausted Alex with concern and asked, "I came to see you earlier, and your guard told me you still