"If we still haven't captured the Liya Tower Fortress before winter arrives, and haven't broken through the first line of defense of the Valeria Empire, all previously agreed-upon arrangements will be nullified."
"At that point, I will personally go to the frontlines and hold each of you accountable for your failure in coordination."
Along the border between the two nations, Grand Duke Grant, the first noble to draw his sword in this Holy War, leaned back casually in his seat while reading the parchment in his hand. Behind him, his attendant maid gently placed her hands on the nobleman's shoulders, softly massaging him.
From the summer surprise attack until now, the war had dragged on for over four months, and in just two more months, it would reach the six-month mark.
