"Your Majesty, when will we launch an attack on Dralmor City?" a general in golden armor asked while cupping his hands together.
His gaze was fixed on the man standing proudly with his arms crossed behind his back.
That man was Gabriel Solayne, the Third King of the Holy Kingdom of Aldoria.
When he heard his subordinate's question, he paused for a moment before answering, "Later in the afternoon. Prepare everything from now on. I don't want anything missing. Understood?"
The general, Lucas, bowed his head and said, "I understand, Your Majesty!"
With that, he took two steps back, turned around, and left him alone.
Gabriel took a deep breath and whispered, "After the Kingdom of Avernia fell, the other kingdoms followed. The Holy Kingdom of Aldoria needs a large territory for us to stand firmly on this continent. There must be no other kingdoms within a thousand-kilometer radius…"
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"Your Majesty, everything has been prepared," said a man in silver armor.
