As Laplace and Charlotte left Abraham alone in the Viceroy's luxurious office, silence began to permeate in the air. He remained frozen, with an aloof expression plastered on his face. Thoughts never to be known surged through his head, tackling the information he had gotten from his vice admiral.
'Casualties in war is natural.' After a short while, he sighed to himself, feeling mentally exhausted. 'However, death in the battlefield shouldn't be considered as the ordinary. Otherwise, the lives of my men would become mere numbers.' He continued his line of thought.
The primary thing he should focus was to try lowering the casualties of his subordinates during wartime. The only way to do so was to invest in magicraft and technology. With these two, it wouldn't take long before his very men becomes immortalized.
