D-Dammit! What in hell is going on!

Sheville Polansky started to blink his eyes, confused at what was happening.

From the South, Kang Chul-In’s army.

From the North, Baruk Al-Yusuf's.

If he just waited as this went on, he would definitely die. 

What could he do when he was stuck in the middle of a fight between the current top-ranked Lords?

“Milord!”

The soldier continued to give his report.

“The Lords of the Iago and Chermart territory are both requesting help… they both said that the battle will start tomorrow morning at the very latest…”

“Stop, stop!”

Sheville Polansky shouted at the soldier giving the report.

“I understand, so shut up! You’re making me anxious enough, so stop saying that. What am I supposed to do if from above me Baruk Al-Yusuf is coming, and from below me, Kang Chul-In?”

Sheville Polansky started to scream, terrified at this abrupt turn of events.

It made sense.

If he were to send reinforcements to the south,...