The next morning, Allen climbed out of bed with a slight headache. He still had a meeting to hold that day.
His personal maid, Alice, had already prepared everything and was waiting outside his door for him to get up.
Still groggy, Allen hastily washed his face amid thick clouds of steam, then put on a set of heavy, warm clothes with Alice's help.
He then took a piece of honey cake from breakfast, left his bedroom, and pushed open the meeting room door.
It was already deep winter outside, and even with charcoal burning, the meeting room was hardly warm.
Everyone who had received notice of the meeting had arrived before Allen and was waiting inside.
After entering the meeting room, Allen gave it a quick scan.
Good, everyone was here.
"Good morning, everyone."
Allen greeted them and sat at the head of the table. Although his head still hurt a little, he had relaxed, and seeing his subordinates looking so full of energy put him in a good mood.
After all, the Battle of Five Armies had always weighed on Allen's mind. Now that the crisis had passed, he had far too many ideas he wanted to try.
Before that battle, the Half-orcs of the Misty Mountains and Sauron in Dol Guldur had stood like two great mountains in the path of Allen and Wilderness Town.
To gain enough of an advantage in the war to carry out his plans, Allen had spared no effort, devoting a great deal of time to diplomatic relations.
There had been few opportunities for Allen to seize in that battle, and most of his plans required friendly relations, or even deeper bonds of friendship, to succeed.
Unless Allen could bring an army of more than ten thousand humans to reinforce the Lonely