The war was over, and Dierjia had signed the Armistice Treaty with Kingsbia. In some respects, the terms Dierjia imposed were not excessive.
Yet unlike the jubilant celebrations of victory throughout the Dilga Empire, many of Dierjia's great nobles began to feel a faint unease alongside their joy.
The Forward Legion was too powerful, too frightening, too terrifying.
This war had certainly demonstrated Dierjia's might and restored its prestige across the world. No one dared mock Dierjia for having lost its military prowess anymore, and it had also intimidated many petty schemers hoping to stir up trouble within its borders.
It gave every person in Dierjia reason to hold their head high, nobles and officials included, and greatly boosted everyone's morale.
But the Forward Legion had reached a point where not only its enemies feared it-even its own side had begun to worry.
The Dilga Empire had indeed provided tremendous support for every aspect of the Forward Legion's logistics, but what if that support were set aside?
Kingsbia had raised troops relentlessly. Even without counting the Cultists, it had committed more than five hundred thousand soldiers in total. With the Cultists included, that number might have approached a million.
The original intention had merely been to teach the Kingdom of Kingsbia a lesson. Yet with the strength of a single legion, the Forward Legion had punched straight through the entire kingdom, fought all the way to Lombardier, the Royal Capital of Kingsbia, slain the kingdom's marshal in battle, and brought its king back to Dierjia as a prisoner.
Making the king of Kingsbia sign the treaty alone in the Digo Royal Palace left him utterly at their mercy. It amounted to the proverbial unconditional admission of defeat.
A legion capable of fighting both conventional and supernatural wars answered entirely to