A bird circled overhead, spreading its wings, then swooped down and landed steadily on the scout's arm.
"Report."
The scout looked at the bird before him and spoke. It tilted its head and opened its beak.
"Caw-caw-smoke, fire, broken houses!"
The scout nodded, then turned to the officer beside him.
"Sir, there does seem to be something wrong at Delai Port."
"But we've observed their men digging trenches and conducting routine patrols. They don't seem to be in any great hurry."
"The fact remains that a massive explosion occurred at Delai Port a day ago. There's no question about that. Whatever happened there must have affected the port!"
Lieutenant General Von Ryan stood there with a grave expression, listening to his subordinates argue without saying a word. In fact, the senior commanders of the Kront army had already reached a consensus: they had to take Delai Port at any cost. Even if they had to destroy it completely afterward, they could not leave it there to threaten Kront's security.
Delai Port, now occupied by the Empire, was like a sword of Damocles hanging over their heads. It could deliver a fatal blow at any moment, leaving the Kingdom of Kront unable to devise an appropriate response.
Fortunately, at least the Empire had not announced that it would join forces with the Olucci Empire and Francis, which gave both powers some cause for caution. They, too, feared that the Empire would stab them in the back while they attacked the Kingdom of Kront. After all, the Empire had seized Delai Port with such swift, decisive force that no one could say whether it would take the opportunity to strike Francis or the Olucci Empire next.
After all, the Olucci Empire controlled the shipping lanes of the Far Northern Sea, while the