"Indeed."
The Great Witchcraft Sujade nodded slightly, expressing cautious support for Eris's words: "The lack of magic power will make our warriors more easily fatigued, plunge our minds into chaos, and put us at a natural disadvantage even before the decisive battle with the wizards begins. The timing and geography are both against us."
"Very sharp, very sharp."
The Duke Ulysses also nodded with a smile, not denying Eris's viewpoint, but rather praised repeatedly: "No wonder, an ancient divine spirit born with a world, has an unparalleled sensitivity to the greater situation."
Though he said this, his tone was somewhat perfunctory, and his expression showed no sign of seriously considering the matter, as if what he had just heard was not the great disadvantage of the Demon Alliance Army, but rather a triviality like his breakfast being slightly salty.
Eris retracted her forelimbs and scratched the bristles beneath her eyes.
