Duke Mongrel
"Although we already had our doubts, to think that the king of Drisica had really fallen in the hands of devils."
Harold sighed. He was currently sitting at the head seat of the cylindrical dinner table. His expression showed bitterness as if he didn't want any more chaos in the empire.
"Yes, it is regretful, father. But we need to inform his majesty the emperor soon. We must send signals for retreat, or else the reinforcements sent there will die in vain. The devils aren't our only enemy. The Drisica kingdom is an enemy too, at least right now."
I said. I was really about 50,000 strong group that had been sent there. Although they were a mere faction of the empire's total army, they were still people. And this shitty Mayhem would definitely have given each and every one of them some type of backstory and their own emotions.
