"That's fucking ruthless!"
Chris sighed. That had been his first thought upon receiving the news.
"Just to smear their opponents, they'll lie through their teeth to whitewash even someone like me, who sent men to kill the enemy responsible for his own father's death."
Chris stood and walked slowly to the window. He pushed open the heavy, carved shutters, letting the hot wind outside pour into the room. The curtains fluttered noisily, and even the air inside began to grow stifling.
"We have to send out the troops now..."
Chris sighed.
This season was ill-suited to war, and Bagnia's Military Affairs Department had yet to finish its preparations.
Of the five newly formed legions intended to assemble at the border, along with the Hegrande Legion personally commanded by Marquis Dirac, only three had arrived. The other two new legions and the Hegrande Legion were still on the road.
The same went for supplies. The legions had received only two-thirds or even one-third of their allotted artillery, literally, and even the First Legion, which was nominally Chris's Royal Guard, had yet to be fully equipped.
The Minicia Kingdom, however, was clearly no computer-controlled opponent. It had not waited until the Kingdom of Bagnia was completely prepared before erupting into civil war.
In fact, Minisia's civil war had begun even before the Fifth Legion attacked the Seventh Legion. The Military Intelligence Bureau agents Chris had sent into Minisia had simply lacked the competence to gather this crucial intelligence in time.
Perhaps he really should consider sending players out as agents... but players were like huskies let off their leashes. He hardly dared imagine what they might do once they left the Kingdom of Bagnia and passed beyond his watchful eye.
What had happened in Inyama was like a bloodstained mirror, constantly reminding