A Fatal Weakness

Fort Whitebridge

Shortly after the Holy Knight Empire's camp lit up like fireworks, the eyes of every battle witch stationed on the wall brightened with excitement. They wanted to shout it all out but refrained from doing so due to military discipline.

"My Lord, the magic bomb appears to have been much more effective than we anticipated," Aeliana reported her observation.

"Un," Vaan nodded before explaining the exact situation to her regarding the explosions. Then, he said, "Since we blew up their war supplies, it should buy us some time to prepare for their next attack."

Now that blood had been drawn and hatred had been formed, the empire's following attack would undoubtedly be much bigger and fiercer.

"If they want to enter our land, they'll look for a weak point to target."

"Where do you think the empire will attack, my Lord?"

"Let us head to the council room."