"Onufri!"
Under the dense night sky, Ravel retreated to the hillside a mile away from the border. He found Onufri, who had just returned, and asked, "What happened? Why are we retreating?"
"Pope Doppler II of the Church of the Judgment God has come in person!"
Onufri replied grimly, "They have at least a hundred thousand men. Add the Holy Church, and we don't stand a chance! If we wait any longer, we won't be able to leave!"
"The Princess's mission was to hold for one hour!" Ravel rebuked angrily. "Are you afraid of dying?"
"I'm not afraid of dying, but do you understand? Once Pope Doppler II unleashes his magic, forget an hour, we probably won't last ten minutes!"
Upon hearing this, Ravel fell silent. Onufri was right; they had no way to resist magic. Overwhelmed by the enemy's numbers and with Pope Doppler II present, staying was a death sentence!
But...
Neither Onufri nor Ravel had mentioned retreating.
