Gilan noticed the Head of State's kindly gaze and could not help but feel puzzled.
Although Caesar's gaze at him held the same deep satisfaction, it no longer felt like the way he looked at a subordinate...
It was more like a father-in-law looking at his son-in-law!
Fortunately, the Head of State merely glanced at him before withdrawing his gaze and getting down to business.
"Although Ovena's army has lost its immortality, the arrow is already on the string—they have no choice but to loose it. They have wagered nearly all their forces on this final move, so retreat is no longer possible."
"Large-scale war will continue to erupt for some time. Under our fierce counteroffensive, the Federation will make one last desperate struggle."
As he spoke, Caesar's eyes grew profound, and he sighed.
"However, the battlefield has been forced to shift from the northern and eastern borders into the Empire itself. Several states and dozens of districts will be caught up in the flames of war... All we can do is urgently evacuate the people and property from those areas as much as possible."
"Gilan." The young man with crimson curls stood with his hands behind his back and suddenly called out to him.
Gilan lowered his eyes and bowed slightly.
"Lord Caesar, please speak."
"There is one more matter that requires your attention."
The Head of State said softly.
"Previously, after you assumed the position of Chairman, the three major Old God Cults—the Heavenly Bane Cult, Dawn Golden Bough, and Crescent Moon Society—were driven out of the country. They have continued wreaking havoc across foreign nations ever since. Now that Ovena's army has broken through our defenses, they have taken the opportunity to reach back in. Their traces have once again been discovered in the various districts of