Thinking about it, Eldar couldn’t come up with a reason that they’d been maintaining their alliance with Sung-Woon.

‘...Maybe because he’s confident that he’ll win in the future?’

Eldar couldn’t figure out exactly how they felt. However, being with Sung-Woon wasn’t the absolute worst, and they could always ponder about their own reasoning later. There was something else they needed to consider at the moment.

“But…” said Eldar.

“What? What’s the matter?” replied Sung-Woon.

“Um…I don’t think the situation will change much just because I told them you were going to launch a preemptive strike like you asked me to.”

“Why do you think that?”

Eldar felt timid whenever Sung-Woon snapped back at him, but they were getting used to it. In fact, they didn’t really get upset now.

Eldar cleared their throat and said, “Hmm. From my narrow perspective…our opponents will probably pull back their troops a little in preparation for a preemptive attack. However, isn’t your plan to target the Renard tribe rather than the Satyrs?”

“That’s right.”

“But in that case, wouldn’t it be a problem if the Renard troop retreat and the Satyr troop rushes to attack Automation when it has no protection? And then if the Renard troop is to turn around and attack the Lizardmen, eventually there would be two battlefronts…”

Sung-Woon sighed, and Eldar was bewildered.

“Nebula, isn’t this theoretically correct?”

“No, you’re wrong.”

“...I’m sorry, but what part?”

Sung-Woon replied, “The Satyrs would pull back a few days' worth of travel, and I would attack the Renard troop a few days earlier....