Everyone became dead silent after General Farauld emphasized the current situation.
Although the Empire could be considered as strong, A class mages and knights were not as abundant as the fruits on a tree, which they could take whenever they wanted.
The number of A class could still be easily numbered by the fingers across the Empire, and even with Leon being an S class mage, the number of the cursed army was still unknown.
"But Father, we can't possibly wait for the Third Prince to finish before moving." Nathan gritted his teeth, knowing how tricky the situation was.
"I know… But I am clinging to the hope that we won't have to sacrifice our men when we deal with these sinister people." General Farauld also understood where his son was coming from.
They were knights who were willing to die for the Empire and it would be too ridiculous to think that they were afraid of the idea of getting killed in battle.
