The middle-aged mage shook his head helplessly and sighed lightly, "But what can we do about it? Those big shots have been blinded by their desire for power. They won't care about the life and death of this barren land."
"As for why they would be wary of us and General Karolin, the reason is actually quite simple."
"What they are worried about is not General Karolin trying to seize the throne, but the fear of the general joining a certain camp."
The middle-aged mage struggled to walk through the snow, leaving a long trail of snow behind him. "After all, General Karolin has always remained absolutely neutral, and has not been swayed by the various princes' attempts at threats and bribes."
"Just for this reason, they are disregarding the lives of the people in the Northern Territory?"
The young soldier's snow shovel was clenched, and then he let go weakly, heaving a sigh, "Is there really no other way?"
