Hidden Concerns

“How many soldiers?” Richard asked, his aura flaring with bloodlust. The three angels serving at the core of the Sacred Tree Empire were en route to a point from which they could attack Azan very easily, which meant they had to be accompanied by an army.

“150,000 from the Church, 350,000 from the nobility, cavalry hasn’t joined up yet,” Martin replied straightforwardly.

“And the purpose?” Richard smiled coldly.

“Hehe, of course they’re preparing for Blackrose. They haven’t been ordered to fight just yet, but they will wait and observe.”

“500,000 is a lot, but feel free to try me.”

Martin laughed, “Now obviously isn’t the best time, but that might change very soon.”

“Are you… forcing me to abandon Faelor?”

Martin smiled,...