Two days later...
On the plain west of E-Rantel, near the border with the Baharuth Empire, the army that the Re-Estize Kingdom had spent nearly two months assembling—boasting hundreds of thousands of soldiers—had gathered and set up camp. They were now arrayed in formation, standing ready to face the combined forces of the Empire and the Sorcerer Kingdom, which numbered a mere few tens of thousands, in a grand pitched battle!
Of course, although they called it a pitched battle, the nobles and generals of the Re-Estize Kingdom saw it as nothing more than a one-sided slaughter. After all, their soldiers outnumbered the enemy ten to one! With so many elite troops gathered here, once the battle began, they probably wouldn't even need to send in the main force. The vanguard alone would be enough to sweep away the puny allied army like leaves before an autumn gale, wouldn't it?
At any rate, that was what most of the Re-Estize Kingdom's leaders and soldiers thought. They were all convinced that victory would be theirs! The people of the Empire, who had dared to invade their country on such a ridiculous pretext, and that ridiculous Sorcerer Kingdom would have to pay for their foolishness!
However...
Since yesterday's reconnaissance had revealed that the Sorcerer Kingdom seemed to have a group of terrifying, enormously tall and muscular monster soldiers, and since the deadline for the Empire's original and laughable ultimatum hadn't arrived yet...
The Re-Estize Kingdom's army wasn't in a hurry to attack. They continued to form their ranks while patiently waiting for the nobles and leaders, who were holding a pre-battle meeting in the king's tent, to discuss how they should fight once the battle began and make their final decisions about the deployment.
"Everyone..."
"Has there still been no movement from