The Gods Are Omnipotent

"Five days..." Marlena paced back and forth around the camp. "How long are we supposed to wait here?"

This envoy delegation was beyond saving.

France was doomed!

She glanced at the coachmen and guards... They were sitting in a circle on the grass, playing a dice game. With only a few shabby dice, they could actually stare at them from morning until night!

She turned to look at Baron Milton on the other side. He had even brought tea-making equipment and was currently sharing his insights on tea-drinking with the diplomats, seemingly unconcerned about their missing leader!

And what about the witch team?

As long as Sarah had a chance to study alchemy, she did not care where she stayed.

The other two were less like apprentice witches and more like maids sent by the Assembly Association to look after her and Sarah. They were only fifteen or sixteen years old. Forget about expecting them to shoulder any major responsibility.

That was right. In this damn delegation, she was actually the only one who cared whether the mission could be completed!

For the first time, Marlena felt that having a sense of responsibility was such a torturous thing.

Every extra day they spent here made her feel as though her lifespan had shortened by a year!

After pacing around four or five times in her agitation, she once again arrived in front of the baron. "Do you really think it's all right for us to keep waiting like this? The English offensive is relentless, and soldiers are dying on the front line every day, while we're lying around in the countryside soaking up the sun!"

Milton looked up at her and calmly invited her to sit. "Miss Witch, the envoy delegation is essentially an army, while its leader is the