"The Empire's army attacking Thompson and the others have retreated?"
"Yes, Milady."
"They are surprisingly weak."
"The senior Pacifer's Servants and the Alliance Army fought well. The Empire's army was not weak—it was just less competent."
A soft smile crept up Eloreth's face as she listened to the report of the leader of the intelligence squad she sent out to watch over the situation on the battlefield. She never undermined the competence of her warriors but she was pleasantly surprised by their improvement.
The Empire's army was not weak. Basil and her fellow Emperors were the only people who could still laugh if it surrounded them. That was saying something considering how special they were. For being able to defeat such a competent army, the Alliance Army needed to be commended heavily.
