"To hold out for five days... the question is whether or not we can actually last five days," muttered King Leite VII of the Leite Kingdom, his face grim as he looked at the telegram in his hand.
He had already mobilized almost all the troops in the Royal City. Two legions were already on their way to reinforce the border, and he was about to leave the Royal City himself to go to the real frontlines.
At this time, his greater concern was the vulnerable Royal City, where only the last legion remained to hold the fort, with the rest of the troops being far away.
"Your Majesty, although there's only one legion left, it is the most elite unit with the best equipment, so there's no need to worry too much," the old Prime Minister said, attempting to reassure him.
The troops at the border must be saved, and the defenses of the Royal City must not be relaxed carelessly. This place was the foundation of the Leite Kingdom, as well as King Leite VII's true base of operations.
