Oscar was sitting in his office as usual. However, he had a lot of bandages covering his body. His inner body was even messier.
"How are you doing?" Milfa knocked on the door, entered, and asked for his condition while bringing his tea.
"It's not too bad," Oscar answered while writing down a few things. "How is the situation outside?"
"We have reached a stalemate for the time being. The Royal Family is maintaining their position while the Tower Association can't move. It seems that they are concerned about the spies among themselves. Currently, the Water Lord is the main investigator in their own rank."
"How long do we need to wait until they join us?"
"Approximately two to three months."
"The situation is not looking good." Oscar looked down, contemplating. "They do know that we're an army against demons, right?"
