Fatan Port seemed not to have considered defending against an attack from the sea at all. By now, the entire bay and several miles of nearby coastline were covered in solid ice. The Undead could deploy their army across the frozen sea, and humanity had no way to stop them.?
Because they lacked the troops--
Nearly every noble officer on the walls paled. If the Undead deployed tens of thousands of troops across the sea, what could they use to stop them? The fewer than two thousand soldiers of the Port Guard, along with the even smaller number of Eluin's White Lion Guard?
Fortunately, they had not yet lost their nerve. With the First Prince still inside the city, the nobles instead suggested to Delphine, "Miss Delphine, recall the troops outside the city. We can only fight them in the streets now!"
Fight in the streets? Delphine slowly shook her head. In the pitch-black night, her resolute gaze seemed capable of piercing the entire battlefield. Cold rain struck the uninjured half of her face, and her smooth cheek was faintly pale. The Chancellor's daughter replied decisively, "It isn't time yet, Miss Oni. Take the others down from the walls first. Baron Ludwig, you can go down as well."
Yinide stood in the rain. "Miss Delphine, aren't you coming with us?"
"No," Delphine replied. "I said it isn't time yet. Count Orcons, you stay as well. I hear you've experienced the Holy War. Surely this scene is nothing to you."
Count Orcons was slightly startled. Her words seemed to stir boundless heroism within him. Recalling his decades of military service, he realized that, compared to those days, the current situation truly was nothing. "Very well, I'll stay," he answered. Then he turned to Baron Ludwig and said, "My lord, you should