"The Royal Banner is here, that alone inspires the Samurai to fight forward, to live and die by the sword!"
The King watched the booklet, silently tallying the casualty numbers of each Samurai battalion, and thought to himself in a low voice.
"At the beginning of the war, Iskali's advance went smoothly. After June, the battles became increasingly difficult. With the enemy's Royal Banner arriving in August, the front lines could no longer progress—it was like a repeat of history!"
Aweit smiled faintly, the past drifting away with the wind. Now, he finally controlled the immense power of the Alliance, the party with absolute advantage.
