I could think of at least three reasons why that was a ridiculous plan, but I maintained my calm and kept listening in patience.
"That sounds like an excellent plan."
"Yeah. If we take turns, we won't be exhausted."
"And if they get too close, we can launch an offensive to whittle down their numbers from our strategic positions."
Many praised the plan, but the more experienced Dorm Master gave an expression that seemed grave. It was clear that he knew a flaw or two in their reasoning.
"I don't think that's such a good plan." He finally spoke up.
I smiled, wondering how far he would be able to convince them. My eyes also went to Kuzon, wondering why he wasn't speaking.
'Surely, he must have realized what the issues are…'
The boy was probably waiting for his chance—like me—or he didn't care. Something told me it was the latter.
"What's the problem with the plan, Mister Garliad?" Fabian made the mistake of exposing his ignorance.
