Giant Eagle

On the walls of the Northwestern Fortress, Prince Aze smiled at Westerlin beside him. "No telling how long this war will last. Even Aixi's wedding has been delayed. Any thoughts?"

Westerlin had been brimming with fighting spirit, but at those words, it dissipated. He smiled helplessly. "There's no such thing as delayed or not delayed. It's a good thing that Aixi has found her own home. That child Dole may usually be cautious and seem timid, but he actually has plenty of boldness, great courage, and ruthless methods. Otherwise, he couldn't have taken down Albis Mountain all by himself. With that alone, I have nothing to worry about with the two of them together."

Prince Aze nodded. Though he had been stationed at the fortress year-round and had not returned, he had still heard quite a few tales of Dole's accomplishments.

To conquer territory the size of an entire county was an achievement comparable to that of an army of a hundred thousand. That young man was truly remarkable. Back when they had first fought for the Southwestern Highlands, they had only taken an area of several hundred thousand square kilometers, yet lost three hundred thousand people. Thinking back on it now, it still felt difficult.

Prince Aze smiled. "If this drags on for long enough, you may be going home to see a grandson."

Westerlin smiled faintly. "Most likely. Aixi has wanted children for a long time. This time, she'll probably have one right away."

Prince Aze added, "Haven't you urged Awei? He's not getting any younger, yet he still doesn't plan to marry?"

The corner of Westerlin's mouth twitched. "He says he wants to find one in Albis City. I don't know what sort of woman he's looking for. He was supposed to come this time, but things