When the soldiers saw Durandal, they were all extremely excited. Especially those who had followed Durandal into battle—they had already come to regard her as an invincible god of war, the faith in their hearts!
For General Durandal, facing ten thousand alone was merely the most basic thing. The soldiers who followed Durandal knew full well just how terrifying she was.
She would often crush the enemy with a single strike, shatter their morale, then lead her soldiers to swiftly claim victory after victory. Without exception... every battle had been a complete victory!
With Durandal leading them, everyone's morale was high, and they were filled with confidence for the coming war.
However, Durandal paid no attention to any of this. She had already arrived at the main command room. When she opened the door and entered, she saw only Najeta and several male generals seated inside. Esdeath was nowhere to be seen.
"Najeta, you're still this early!"
Looking at Najeta ahead of her, Durandal walked over and said with a smile.
"You were the only commander-in-chief missing. Though I wouldn't exactly call you late." Najeta's eyes flashed with a trace of complexity as she looked at Durandal, but it quickly disappeared.
"So Esdeath is already here? Why don't I see her? Could it be... she's too embarrassed to face her master?" Durandal walked over to the main seat and sat down. Thinking of what had happened yesterday, she really had not done anything too excessive.
It was mainly because of Durandal's body. As a Valkyrie who considered herself a knight, she still found it difficult to engage in... that sort of bad habit.
If it had been Rita, she probably would have handled it better.
"Master?"
Upon hearing Durandal's words, Najeta and the male generals around her all stared at