Seeing the perennially clashing Army and Navy about to start arguing, the Minister of Defense quickly intervened, "The navy also plays a crucial role; you are all His Majesty's sharpest spears."
Amidst the verbal sparring of the marshals and generals, the tension in the Hall of Ares thickened, with nearly everyone eager to mobilize the troops and march directly into the enemy's heartland, to drink from the rivers beneath the Sistdon holy mountains and carve out unprecedented achievements for His Majesty.
William couldn't join their discussion, as his task was more unique.
With war imminent, his father needed a stable capital.
"Master Hawkins," William nodded slightly as he saw the chief mage approaching.
"His Majesty asked me to assist you," Hawkins glanced at the noisy generals, then back at William, "He will contact me through magical communication next. He's tired and needs to retreat for some quiet recuperation."
