Roland met Wendy and Tilly in the parlor.
He briefly related the situation at the front and said, "This is pretty much it. We probably can't wait anymore."
"The First Army needs the witches' help," Wendy said darkly. "I'll let everyone know. They've been waiting for this day for a long time, and I believe that they're now ready."
"Finally," Tilly said while twitching her lips. "I still have a few chapters to go for the Flight Manual. I've been longing to fight a real battle at the front. Also, where's my fighter? You gave me your word, brother."
Roland did not tacitly switched the subject as usual because his voice suddenly abandoned him.
"Your Majesty?" Wendy, who noticed something wrong, asked. "Are you OK?"
