Arnel Castle''s Royal Fortress


    It is said that while building something is incredibly difficult, its collapse can happen in an instant. The Brans territory, which Oland Brans had carefully established with impeccable timing and a solid foundation, began to fall apart one by one the moment the border was breached, without a chance to recover.


    "Lord! Serold Castle and Jogeu Castle have fallen to Serpina’s forces! The temporary northern defense commander, Rashion, has surrendered and joined Serpina''s army!"


    Hearing the messenger''s report, Parfalle sat down in front of the throne, offering advice to Lyn, who was sitting there in a daze, her expression grave.


    "Lord, we must gather all the forces from the border and assemble them at Arnel Castle immediately. There are rumors that the southern forces are moving. It’s highly likely Aishus forces will mobilize again as well. You must make a decision quickly...!"


    "......"


    Lyn did not respond immediately but, after a long silence, she finally looked up, her gaze blank, and with a heavy sigh, spoke.


    "Parfalle."


    "Yes...?"


    "What... did I do wrong?"


    And then, she began to bite her nails harshly. As her fingers, already cracked and battered, drew blood again, it dripped down her fingertips.


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