The Eve of the Decisive Battle, Part Two

At these words, Abyssal Motivator Dulta's eyes flickered constantly, and no one could tell what was going through his mind.

After a long pause, he asked sharply, "Are you sure?"

Viscount Malgani's expression didn't change. He nodded with complete sincerity. "I'm sure. You saw it yourself just now. If our forces hadn't been running out of steam, we would've already broken through the defensive line ahead."

An almost imperceptible sneer crossed Abyssal Motivator Dulta's lips. If he hadn't been secretly coordinating with the other demon nobles and promptly ordered them to stop attacking, that enormous achievement might have gone to someone else.

Thank goodness! Thank goodness!

He felt a surge of relief and believed Viscount Malgani's words a little more.

After thinking for a moment, Abyssal Motivator Dulta continued, "Then when do you think would be the best time to attack?"

Viscount Malgani answered without even thinking. "The sooner, the better. While the enemy is short on supplies and exhausted, we should take them out right in front of us."

Then he added, "The best time is now."

As he spoke, his eyes darted about, as though he didn't dare meet anyone's gaze.

Now? Abyssal Motivator Dulta looked thoughtful. He keenly noticed the other man's shifting eyes, and couldn't help growing wary.

Would this fellow really tell me his plan to defeat the enemy out of the goodness of his heart? I just took away his chance to earn a huge achievement!

After a long while, Abyssal Motivator Dulta let out a soft laugh and said two words: "Unwise."

Then he launched into an explanation. "Our troops have just suffered several major defeats, and their morale is low. The enemy, on the other hand, has won several battles and is riding high."

"Although I don't have much experience commanding troops,