"That's too risky."
Olmedo looked at Young Miss Olmedo through the Portal: the same hair color, similar eyes, even about the same height. No wonder the Council Chairman had grown wistful when he saw Annan.
She was referring to the risk Annan had taken with Kyle.
"But it's worth it. As long as I'm in the New Royal Capital, Little Bat can't help the Kingdom wholeheartedly. And I know Little Bat. He goes around with a gloomy face, just like Swaro, but they're both cold on the outside and warm on the inside. If he knows Young Miss Olmedo is me, he's probably grinning like an idiot right now."
Olmedo didn't doubt him. As a Sorcerer, Annan had a gift all his own—he rarely misjudged people.
She had her reservations about his description, though.
"I have good news. The Dimon Kingdom is preparing to join the war and help us."
"Who's commanding?"
"Your old friend, Grand Marshal Garkin."
The Dimon Kingdom had stopped the Demons outside the City of Mages. With Deepwinter upon them, the Demons had little appetite for a fight, so there were no battles for the time being.
They planned to use the lull to recover while helping Free City end its war as soon as possible.
"Will they bring a Legendary?"
"It's possible."
The Dimon Kingdom wasn't declaring war solely to repay a debt. It also hoped that, once Free City was out of the Mire, Free City would lend it a hand in return. Sending a single Knights' Order or Mage Corps clearly wouldn't be enough.
If the reinforcements included a Legendary, the number of Legendaries on Free City's side compared with the Kingdom's would go from 1:5 to 2:5. If Little Bat could be won over, it would be 3:5. They wouldn't be far