The Pope's Letter

The kings of the Holy War Coalition were all veterans of wars in the west, and they were far more sensitive to war than the lords of the east.

After all, where powerful factions vied for supremacy, a single defeat could lead to total ruin. As a result, they treated war with the utmost caution.

Since they had already decided to go to war, they had to make every possible preparation. The battles between the scouts at the front were part of that.

Scout Cavalry returned from the front one after another, carrying terrain maps of the local areas and reporting to their respective kings. Since they were going to fight, the terrain was an extremely important factor.

Tirihan listened to his subordinate's report with a frown. The clashes between the scouts of both sides were not particularly intense, but dozens of his men had already been killed or wounded, and the number was still rising.

"So you're saying that the enemy scouts aren't trying to engage us, but are trying to draw maps?" Tirihan felt somewhat worried.

"Yes, Baron. Not all of them are engaging us. They usually send some men to tie us down, while others circle nearby during the engagement and observe the surrounding terrain!"

Tirihan hurriedly said, "Return to the imperial capital at once and report this news to His Majesty the Emperor!"

Tirihan instinctively felt that something was wrong. This was the first time he had encountered an enemy that placed such importance on terrain. This was a war that wagered the fate of their nations, and Tirihan himself was bound to its outcome.

Twenty kilometers outside the imperial capital, a military camp had sprung up from the ground. The camp's perimeter was fully equipped with fences and chevaux-de-frise. To be safe, Reiner had even