Interkami was now in complete chaos, with contradictions running deep between every faction.
The war had lasted seven years. From the very beginning, Interkami had been plagued by all kinds of internal problems, causing its army to suffer defeat after defeat over those seven years. Now, the Interkami Kingdom's army had not a shred of morale left.
What was even more infuriating was that the surrounding smaller nations had also stepped forward to declare war on Interkami, sending troops to occupy Interkami territory.
Roas's army had already pushed all the way to Colomier, the final line of defense. Once Colomier fell, Interkami would be like a young girl backed into a corner, at the mercy of whoever pleased.
Yet no one in the entire country had any confidence in holding Colomier. Although Colomier possessed the advantage of terrain, the Kingdom of Roas was simply too powerful. In military morale, weapons and equipment, and food supplies, Roas utterly crushed Interkami.
It was not that Interkami lacked money. It was simply that all its wealth had been gathered into noble estates and merchants' pockets, leaving Interkami with barely enough military funds. Logically speaking, if all of Interkami's strength could be united, it was not without the power to fight. The problem was, if reason could settle everything, there would not be so many contradictions in this world.
At night, Ingmarlo was still ablaze with lights and awash in wine, with noble banquets following one after another. It looked even more prosperous than usual.
Sers I stood on the balcony of his palace, gazing at the city outside, which appeared strangely flourishing, and let out a bitter laugh.
The nobles were selfish. In their eyes, family interests stood above all else. So what if the nation perished? It was not as though they