It was not a natural death...
Christian naturally understood perfectly well what those six words meant!
"..."
King Gryphonheart had reigned for over forty years, single-handedly establishing Erathia's most flourishing knightly order and planting the Gryphon King's banner across nearly all of Antagarich. If he had not died naturally, then there could only be one cause of death—murder.
And the person capable of murdering a king was either someone closest to him, one of the generals he trusted most, or... someone who was both?
At that thought, Christian felt a slight chill run down his back. For a moment, his whole mind went blank. It was not until a gust of sea wind swept over him, sending that coldness racing up his spine to the back of his head, that he jolted back to his senses.
"It seems..."
"You've realized how serious this is?"
After giving Christian a faintly amused glance, Queen Catherine continued her analysis:
"If that rumor is true... coupled with the chaotic reports we've heard about Erathia, do you still think our two thousand men are too many?"
"Come to think of it, I think there are too few!"
"But with no evidence at present, I couldn't possibly bring too many people. I could only barely manage two thousand, along with some extra weapons and equipment."
Christian pondered for a long while. Then his gaze gradually steadied, and he nodded before bitterly admitting his mistake.
"Yes!"
"Your Majesty's analysis is correct."
"In a situation like this, it's never wrong to be prepared."
As he spoke, his expression slowly turned serious and vigilant. Then he added his own analysis:
"If it is as you say..."
"Then two thousand men truly aren't that many."
"If there really is a large-scale conflict, this number probably wouldn't even be enough to