Everyone was conscious of the current crisis. Jerome was the first one to speak up in that tense atmosphere.

“My Lord, if you give me 20,000 men, I’ll stop the enemy. With that, we’ll be able to avoid dividing up the military.”

Jerome bravely stepped forward and said he would stop the enemy with the least amount of troops.

“No, it’s too dangerous.”

Not only was it dangerous to stop 50,000 men with only 20,000, but if the Imperial Army was to move in his direction just the slightest bit, then Jerome would be cut off.

“Sir, even if it’s a bait, 50,000 troops poses too big of a threat to our home country. We can’t ignore it like this.”

Jerome shook his head in disagreement with Milton.

“But if we fight all out against the Empire, then only the Republic would benefit, sir. Didn’t you say it yourself, My Lord? That it wouldn’t be good if we did that?”

When Milton and Jerome began to disagree with each other, Randol Sabian spoke up from the side. 

“Marquis Taker, how long will it take for our enemies to reach our homeland?”

“Based on the information we have, it’ll take anywhere between three days to a week.”

“So if you consider the distance between us, then we have about a day to spare.”

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