"Yes. We can't fight 10,000 orcs head-on, as that would be suicidal. We have to make use of the walls and strategies, which might include digging ditches and planting spikes."
"I see." She got to her feet, still looking at him.
"You have a good amount of oil. We can use it as explosives, burning down hundreds before they reach the wall."
"Bringing them here would cause a cloud of abyss curse. Your plans will cause the lives of civilians to be lost."
Sapphira elegantly crossed her legs as she sat on another bench, opposite him.
"We can't meet them on a plain field, and we can't attack their camp, so we must allow them to come if there is a chance of winning, and as for the abyss curse, it has no effect with a grand priestess around."
Sapphira chuckled softly, marvelling at Asher's calmness and authoritative tone even when he spoke to her. Men were usually soft-spoken, but Asher spoke like he was having a conversation with a casual woman.
