Chapitre 433: Chapter 347: The Emperor of Sanctum's Regret

"Yes, General, it's a draw," said the staff officer, pushing his chair back as he too looked eastward, "just like this damned standoff."

After playing chess for most of the day, General Kellermann, who found the game quite dull, stood up and stretched lazily, "I heard from a Cavalry Scout that there's a nice river by the border of Gorlitz, teeming with plump trout. Let's go fishing there tomorrow."

"That would certainly be nice," the staff officer said, "but that area is close to Saxon, so it might not be very safe."

"No problem, we'll just bring more guards."

Kellermann donned his coat and sauntered out of the tent, as the distant roar of cannon fire was heard once more.

He had originally thought he could distinguish himself in Austria and boost the military's sagging spirits over the past six months—since the Marquis de Saint-Veran's rebellion, the military had been heavily suppressed by the Royal Family and was in dire need of a victory to regain prestige.