"Your Majesty the Queen, the Church seemed to have vacated Carretas."
In a tent of Icor troops at the east of Carretas, a spy who rushed in and bowed before the Queen sat in front of a desk, then promptly reported.
The Queen lifted her head up from a desk filled with paperwork, her expression subtly changed.
"So... My good for nothing brother is back up on the throne?"
"It seems so." The spy nodded, "Based on the news we gathered, a few days ago, the King led troops to defeat the Church and seized back Gealorre. There’s a notice all over the nation and the celebratory feast is over. It must be true."
"Celebratory feast?" The queen let out a cold snort, "How carefree of them."
"They said it’s a celebratory feast but they were just rewarding the victorious troops for winning a battle. Based on the information we gathered, it was a simple event. After that, the few ten thousand troops swiftly garrisoned Gealorre. To date, we have not investigated a confirmed number."
