“The Saintess was very firm in her opinions… It doesn’t seem like she has been threatened, but maybe she has been brainwashed. Ah… If only I had better talking skills to convince her,” Dismas said, sighing.

“So you’re saying that there is no change in your opinion, Doctrinal General Dismas?” Imil asked.

Dismas looked at Imil with a strange expression.

“Change in my opinion? Why would there be a change in my opinion? There is no doubt that the holy body that we are serving in Cabragh right now belongs to His Majesty, and His Holiness acting on behalf of His Majesty to execute his will is proof of that. But the Saintess is not listening to me when I say so…”

Dismas clicked his tongue and looked out of the wall.

“Well, that will change after I cut off that fake emperor’s neck. Defeating the fake emperor is an important matter for everyone.”

The Capital Army was in the midst of the preparations for the charge, ready to attack at any moment. Siege equipment that was usually only seen in the siege war was nowhere to be found in the Capital Army. This was not only due to their rapid advance, but also because they did not need it, since they had Juan on their side.

“But it won’t be that easy this time,” Dismas muttered to himself.

The wall wouldn’t be easily destroyed by magic attacks this time, since it had already been blessed by Helmut. At the same time, Helmut had become quite accustomed to using Telgramm. In addition, only the elites of the Western Army were gathered in the fortress...