"How many? None!"
Annan shook his head vigorously. "Do I look like I have that many?"
"Then should I turn down Grand Marshal Garkin?"
"That would be too heartless." Annan rejected that idea too. "I'm not saying I won't give him any. I just can't give him that many."
How many he could provide depended on the Industrial District's daily output.
"Have Joan send a Heavy Destrier to the front... And send a few reporters over too."
Their footage could be used for publicity and advertising. It might even help with the embarrassing fact that his magic weapons weren't selling.
After the liaison officer left, Olmedo asked Annan, "Do you think the Dimon Kingdom can hold out?"
"That's not for me to decide."
"True. It depends on the Dimon Kingdom's will to fight."
"Actually, it's not for the Dimon Kingdom to decide either."
Olmedo looked up. Annan shrugged. "The Ratfolk and Demons decide."
The Dimon Kingdom was powerful. Its crushing defeat the year before last hadn't crippled it, and its high-level Combat Strength, led by its Legendary powerhouses, hadn't been sold out. Overall, it was still stronger than the Rikaner Kingdom had been when Clo first took office.
But that depended on who the enemy was...
The Ratfolk and Demons had spent three years rebuilding their strength in the Northern Frontier. If they got serious, they could conquer the entire Kingdom in three days.
The Dimon Kingdom's outlook was grim. If the Ratfolk-Demon Allied Forces hit a wall against the Empire, they might turn on the Dimon Kingdom instead... or swing around and stomp on Annan, the soft target to the Southwest.
But if the Ratfolk-Demon Allied Forces didn't hit a wall against the Empire... that would be an even bigger problem.
On November 7, the fifth day of the