Henry stood within Odoche's military encampment. Thousands of soldiers were drilling, but his gaze was fixed on the intelligence report in his hands.
The report's handwriting was sloppy, clearly written in a hurry, but its contents made Henry's brow furrow ever more tightly.
"The Headmaster is going to make a move against me?" Henry muttered to himself, a trace of disbelief in his voice.
His fingers gently rubbed the surface of the paper, his expression complex. There was doubt and vigilance, and even a faint, almost imperceptible trace of excitement.
'So lacking in cunning? So impatient?' A slight smile touched the corners of Henry's lips.
He knew his actions on the eastern grasslands would arouse the Emperor's displeasure, but he had never imagined the Emperor would move against him so directly.
Henry took a deep breath, his mind racing as he analyzed the various possibilities.
'If the Emperor is truly going to act personally, he must have been forced into a corner.'
