After forming a review of each other, the two began to let their guard down just a little. Viscount Sabian went down to business.

“I am sure you are aware, Princess, but the present situation is not looking very favorable for us.”

“You may just say it as it is – it’s a disaster. It is the truth, after all…”

Princess Leila’s sigh revealed her exhaustion.

“This is all due to that monster of the Republic.”

Viscount Sabian nodded in agreement.

“Truth be told, I too did not expect for the Republics to retain such a monster.”

Though Viscount Sabian did not join in the war effort in mourning for his late teacher, another reason was that he did not see a possibility of them losing this war. This appeared to be a war they would win anyway, with the emphasis instead being on how significant a role the Southern army played. Reaching this conclusion, Sabian turned down Milton’s offer to hold his master’s funeral.

He did not imagine in his wildest dreams that things would turn out this way.

But there was no point in regretting the irreversible past. The important thing was the here and now.

“First of all, we cannot summon Count Forrest back to the Capital. The reasons are exactly as you say, Princess.”

Even if the Capital remained standing with Milton’s help, the Lester Kingdom would be as...