In the Germelin hinterland, a city on a major transport route, the locals were already in utter chaos.
News had long since spread that the Leite Kingdom's troops had marched in and the Germelin frontline troops were completely annihilated.
In fact, that was the case: with the main force of the Germelin Kingdom invading the Leite Kingdom being wiped out, it had become a matter of time before the Leite troops invaded Germelin.
Evacuees carrying luggage, dragging their families from the border areas, retreated here, and mingled among them were some wounded soldiers and nobility's carriages seeking refuge.
The hodgepodge of people congested the roads, making the entire city seem overcrowded and creating an oppressive atmosphere.
Watching the crowded streets from his window, the city lord of Germelin, an Earl of the Kingdom, complained angrily, "Useless! All useless!"
