Agreement Reached, the Rusted One

As he listened to John's terms, Robrek fell silent.

Reason told him that accepting John's terms would bring him nothing but benefits.

Yet his instincts told him the man's ambitions could not possibly be so simple.

After all, during the Fauken Campaign, this man had annihilated three fully equipped army groups with a force barely one-tenth the enemy's size. Could a commander worthy of being called a god of war really want control of the Windless Wasteland pass merely to protect himself, rather than to pursue some greater objective? Robrek did not believe this living legend was such a cautious man.

But after considering it carefully, he could not help letting a smile curl across his lips.

He did not know exactly why John wanted the Windless Wasteland, nor whether John intended to lead an invasion of the Saga Kingdom once the peace treaty was torn apart. But there was one thing he could be certain of.

Against the entire Saga Kingdom, the tiny territory under John's control simply was not enough.

Never mind seven years of development—even given ten or twenty years, John would never be capable of confronting the entire Saga Kingdom head-on! After all, the Saga Kingdom already had an astonishing nine army groups in its regular military establishment alone.

Add the local armed tribes that could enter the battlefield at any moment, and the Saga Kingdom could field nearly twenty army groups! And Faoken? Even counting everything, it had only three.

Even if John's troops could each fight ten enemies, such an absolute disparity in numbers made resistance against the entire Saga Kingdom impossible. And that did not even include support from the Allied Forces.

After all, if the peace agreement was torn up and John intended to attack the Saga Kingdom, the Allied Forces would