Grand Mentor

Kimberley and Labia exchanged glances, each thinking to himself, It looks like we won't be getting any definite information from Viscount Borey today! Left with no choice, they could only lead their men slowly out of the meeting room.

As they stepped through the heavy doors, gloom hung over every face.

The group walked in silence and, before they knew it, arrived at a broad clearing between the camps.

They found that the Imperial Guard Legion had already sprung into action, making intensive preparations for battle.

As far as the eye could see, countless soldiers moved busily yet methodically between the tents. Some carefully polished their weapons until they gleamed coldly; others focused on arranging the saddles, bridles, and other tack on their horses, ensuring nothing was overlooked; still others, the archers, meticulously checked whether their longbows were intact and lined up sharp arrows neatly beside them...

The entire Imperial Guard Legion camp was steeped in this tense atmosphere, and every soldier wore a grave expression.

Labia looked at Kimberley, with whom he had never gotten along, and asked stiffly, "What are we supposed to do now?"

Kimberley's expression was equally grim and dark.

Judging from the formation the Imperial Guard Legion had deployed, it was clear that both Viscount Borey and the Grand Duke had already made up their minds to launch an aggressive offensive. They had no intention of considering the opinions of people like them.

After a moment of silence, Kimberley drew a deep breath, seeming to make a difficult decision. He said to Labia, "In that case, we can only go and see what kind of reinforcements Lord Borey has arranged for us."

With that, Kimberley strode directly toward the camp without hesitation. Before long, they reached their destination.

However, the moment they entered the camp,