The Niflgaard intelligence officer proceeded with the report.
"Sintra is the nearest Northern Country to us..."
"Ha, a country? The north is nothing but a bunch of uncivilized savages."
Before Vatier could finish, Duke Adal Epp Darcy let out a low scoff.
He has always looked down upon the north; to be precise, the only ones he respects are those 'pure Niflgaard people'.
But following Enshir's raised gaze, the scoff on the duke's face gradually disappeared.
"Duke Darcy."
"I am here, Your Majesty."
Under the emperor's gaze, the duke lowered his noble, gold head.
"We are discussing military actions. You can despise the north in your villa, in front of your daughter; that's immaterial, and I don't care. But as a military commander, I demand that you must not underestimate the opponent due to prejudice."
"Do you have a problem with that?"
The muscles in the duke's jaw clenched under his facial skin.
"No, no problem, Your Majesty."
