"Every place in the Central Lands needs to be rooted out one by one. This will be a great war."
"There are still things we need in the Central Lands."
"Archaeology. We'll learn the whole truth."
"Prepare all wartime supplies."
Those were the words Lynn had spoken at a meeting.
Everyone understood why.
The so-called fortresses—castles.
Princesses in castles, kings in castles, dragons in castles, princes in castles.
The word came up often.
In the Central Lands, castles stood everywhere.
And they were not the castles of old.
Not the kind made of stone, built to withstand trebuchets.
They used new technology.
New tactics that had been passed down from the Northern Continent hundreds upon thousands of times.
The Central Lands were going mad with construction.
Those construction-crazed vampires, led by Mikhail under Louis, still had not forgotten their civil engineering.
It was fucking moving!
Faced with these stubborn holdouts, they truly had to be pulled out one by one.
And the Central Lands had not been drained by civil war.
They had plenty of elite combat strength.
This would be an even greater war.
"This is simply a mad war." Facing the coming conflict, Ria could not help blurting out, "Like it was a thousand years ago."
"Fanatical Faith, and hundreds of millions of peasant reservists who fear no death."
"The nobles, merchants, and scholars have packed the Military Academy to the brim. The rest join the church, then enlist as monks."
"Lynn, do you think we'll find our answer in the Central Lands?"
Ria, the Saintess who seemed mild and unobtrusive, actually had thoughts of her own.
Regarding the church, she too wanted to dig into the past and learn everything about it.
Those truths buried away.
By nature, she had feared conflict, responsibility, and choices ever since