“Hmm...” 

Atal Ramanujan pondered. 30,000 was not a big number for him. He had over 150,000 soldiers (although they weren’t really well-trained) under his command, hence he could just give Lee Ji-Tae the benefit of doubt. Even if he did lose the 30,000 soldiers, all he had to do was to gather another 50,000.  However, it was also true that he was hesitant to give a total stranger 30,000 soldiers. 

“Your Majesty.” 

Lee Ji-Tae, having noticed Atal Ramanujan’s hesitation, spoke in a staunch tone. 

“The answer to your ambition is the Northern Expedition. Only the Northern Expedition!” 

“Northern Expedition!” 

“If you continue to hole up in this southern region, only doom awaits!” 

“Doom, you say...” 

“Both Kang Chul-In and Vilhelm have huge ambition. If they conquer central Pangaea while your Majesty hesitates, then...” 

“...!” 

“Do you think they will acknowledge your sovereignty? Do you think Kang Chul-In, now crowned an emperor, will grant you the title of ‘The King of the South’?” 

“T-That!” 

The consequence was obvious. Atal Ramanujan would be conquered without a doubt. 

“I will open up your path, your Majesty.” 

“Y-You will!?” 

“Yes, your Majesty!” 

“Hmm!” 

Atal Ramanujan...