"I heard that Wind Whisper City has fallen,"
In the deepening night, Count Schultz sat in front of the bonfire, speaking to Count Uman beside her.
"It was inevitable," Count Uman replied, unsurprised.
The armies from the other territories have already withdrawn. The Westerners alone couldn't possibly fend off the horde of Orcs.
Not just Wind Whisper City, the entire fall of Westland was a foregone conclusion.
Count Schultz adjusted her beautiful hair, her enchanting face flickered as it bathed in the light of the bonfire.
She hesitated for a moment, then asked softly,
"Have you been contacted by Wells Dawson?"
Count Uman glanced at Count Schultz and nodded.
Since Marquis Garcia led the Northern Army to withdraw from the Sky Breaking Mountain Range, the soldiers in the army dared not openly express their sentiments due to the imposing reputation of Garcia. However, behind closed doors, murmurs began.
