"How is the progress?" asked Brad to the officer beside him.
"It's normal, General. However, we found something troublesome during the check we ran an hour ago."
"And what is that?"
"We have yet to see the end of the magical beasts. If it is around one million beasts, we should be able to see the end because their number is split into five. We have asked the other armies too and their replies are the same. I am afraid our opponents are higher than the original number we've predicted."
Brad looked down and fell in deep thought. "What is that brat's reply?"
"He has yet to see the end despite the magical beasts lining up for five kilometers."
"In that case, there is a high possibility that we will be fighting more than one million. Send specialized troops to scout our enemies again and ascertain their number."
"I understand."
"And have the officers meet me again. I will change my strategy a little bit."
