"Micheal, you will go the Charmel city on the 7th of this month and take command of the forces there," Said the projection of Lord Whitmore.
I am once again back in the back in the huge white hall, and in front of me is a long table with twelve seats, of which only four are occupied, and all of them are being occupied by the projection of the council members.
It had become harder and harder to see the real bodies; it is clear that some of them have already joined the war and are fighting the front already.
"There will be few people to aid you, and we hope you will listen to their suggestion," Lady May said, especially emphasizing the 'suggestion' word. "I will listen to their suggestions," I said, understanding the meaning behind her words.
"In the northern side, we are getting pushed back a lot. The Grimms have destroyed our forts, and they have reached our cities; we hope you will be able to stop their advancement there," Lord Whitmore said.
