About half an hour before the declaration, someone knocked wildly on their door.
"MILORD! MILORD!" the man yelled. "Urgent! An emergency post from our stationed forces!!"
Other than the hundreds of people they had camping near Alterra, most of whom were either allied or were beyond the level cap, they naturally had their spies inside, sending word of anything noteworthy.
Anyway, even if Alterra knew they were going to get attacked, they didn't know which territory it was, so as long as the contents were subtle, there was no problem with sending letters via the Post Office right before the war.
Uric took it as per usual, and his eyebrows rose as he read. His men were not subtle.
"It is said that Alterra announced that the Cold Wave is imminent. It will happen exactly tomorrow! Are we still going to attack?"
It really has been a bit chilly lately. It was just that there were often cooler breezes from the mountainous areas, so they didn't think too deeply.
