บท 1763: Prudent Choice

While uncertainty, concern, and loss of confidence had sparked within the halls of the Rafia Faction, it wasn't the only place.

"The Kandrian Throne War has completely changed."

Within the halls of a military command center in the capital town of Vargard. 

Many figures, garbed in military attire, sat on either side of a bare metal table, scattered with files and documents, extending across the large spheric command center. 

"A new prince has appeared."

Prince Randal stood at the head of the table with arms locked behind his back and split feet. His posture was stiff and disciplined, unmoving.

"The unfortunate reality is that our campaign is bound to stall. However, I can assure you that I, Randal Kandria, swear on the great name of Kandria to do everything in my power to overtake my competitors," Prince Randal boldly declared.

He was lying, of course.