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“Commander.”

Ian stood on a hill facing the wind and the waves. He turned his head at someone’s voice.

“All combat troops and supply units have landed safely.”

“Good.”

He turned and looked down at the thousands of troops gathering on the half-moon-shaped shore. The imperial griffons were lined up in formation. The cavalry of the 3rd regiment, who were exhausted from the long voyage but still in high morale, greeted their commander-in-chief.

“I have finished organizing the campsite. We will be able to arrive at Arangis’ main castle in five days, as we expected.”

“Well, it probably will not take five days.”

“Yes…?”

Viscount Villemore showed confusion at Prince Ian’s words. As one of the two deputy commanders of the expedition fleet and the commander of the ground forces, he was naturally an excellent knight. He was in his mid-30’s, which was considered relatively young among the commanders of the imperial army, but he was well-recognized within the force for his military arts and tactics.

“Do you think it was a coincidence that we were able to land without meeting any resistance?”

“Well, I did find it weird, but…”

After suffering an unprecedented, crushing defeat in the battle of El Pasa, the forces of the Arangis Duchy had been cut...