Antitina and Charles remained silent for a long time.
Only Brando's core personnel understood what the coming war meant. Tonigell had been preparing for it for far too long, yet everything still seemed so rushed.
Many had once believed that the war between Madara and Eluin might not come for a long time. Surely Bromanto's Black Rose could not keep provoking the bottom line of the human world again and again. But what about reality?
Reality had once again proven the lord's judgment correct.
Now that the voices of doubt from the outside world had fallen silent, Tonigell had to devote every ounce of its strength to this war. Only a very few people understood what had been added to this land over the past three years.
The silver fleet of Valhalla was merely a part of its power.
After a long while, Charles spoke again. "By the way, I heard that the younger sister of Levin Oneson Xifah also went south with their expeditionary force."
"You mean Miss Chiara?"
He nodded. "Will that be troublesome?"
Antitina gently shook her head.
"The feud between the Xifah Family and the Kolkova family has become the key to Eluin's future in this era. That First Prince is a very discerning man. I understand his intentions, and Her Highness the Princess and I will handle this matter properly. Don't worry."
"Then I'm relieved."
The wind had already died down over the hills around Misty Hills. It was a prevailing wind called Jirnope, blowing in from the Sea of Dim Light. It passed through the Lantorilan Corridor and crossed the vast Valenden Lake before reaching the southern foothills of the Dwarf Ring Mountains, where only a faint remnant remained. It usually carried rain from the sea, but before the final season of the