The wind was blowing toward the west.

Juan stood outside the city at the base of the Magic Tower and observed the direction of the wind flow.

At this point in time, Barth Baltic’s Imperial Army was so close that they could be seen from the Magic Tower. The countless number of flags filled Juan’s sight.

The Magic Tower was almost as big as a city, but its walls and security forces were only at the level of security service guarding the ordinary public places.

Their allies included roughly three thousand soldiers from the Eastern Army, eight thousand undead from the Order of Huginn, and two thousand soldiers from Hiveden; Nienna’s Northern Army had yet to arrive.

On the other hand, the enemy forces consisted of three hundred thousand Imperial soldiers who were fully armed and had abundant supplies.

Juan’s troops would be no match for them even if they didn’t draw out their swords. The Magic Tower was likely to collapse if the enemy used their siege weapons.

“But we have Your Majesty on our side… so it will be alright, right?”

Juan smiled upon seeing Anya’s nonchalant attitude.

“There’s no way we will be able to win. If I had reasonably judged the situation, I would have ordered you to retreat immediately.”

Everyone who gathered at the table grew perplexed at Juan’s words.

Horhell, Hela, Anya, Dilmond, and Haild were with Juan, but Sina was nowhere to be seen. They had set up war strategies and formation with only fifteen thousand soldiers outside the city at the base of the Magic Tower, but they all wondered if it would even mean anything...