The morale among the allied forces wasn’t good. It was only natural since they hadn’t won a single battle after clashing with the Steelwall army several times. They might have been more hopeful if they were making some progress, but their attacks didn’t seem to make the slightest dent in the barriers set up by the Steelwalls. Even if they managed to significantly damage one area using their superiority in numbers, the areas were cleanly restored by the next battle. It was so disheartening that the wooden barriers, which would have easily broken under a trained knight’s swing, were beginning to look like a legendary citadel from hell.

As expected, the mood wasn’t good inside the allied forces’ conference tent. Inside the tent, Count Flaud was with other important members of the allied forces. Each of the members’ faces was stiff and downcast as they listened to the adjutant’s report of the current situation. The adjutant tried to talk as calmly as possible while refraining from showing any sign of emotions, but the content of his words was enough to cause a huge headache for everyone in the meeting.

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