The General’s words stunned Benjamin.
He had not thought that the Church would move so quickly. Only a few thousand meters left... It was, at most, a week’s journey. He was afraid that the Church would not wait and might start a war within the month. They did not want to mess about in the shadows anymore and wanted to fight them head-on before the academy had reached full maturity.
For Benjamin and the rest, this was not good news.
"...How many Cannons of Holy Light can you produce in a month?" Hearing this, the Guild Master could not help but take a deep breath and ask.
Benjamin shook his head, answering, "Five, at most."
The timing was too tight; not just regarding the Cannon of Holy Light, but also regarding the speed that they had set up their secret army.
