"Looks like we are fighting an uphill battle once again," Azrael smiled faintly.
"You're right." Erasmus nodded. "Right now, the only forces loyal to me are the Royal Guards, as well as the Army residing within the capital. I'm sure those two old baboons are thinking that even if they don't have Rana backing them up, the throne is as good as theirs."
"You know what's funny? The one they agreed to be the next King is Regulus," Thirteen commented. "But I have a feeling that Castor will backstab him when a good opportunity comes and replace him as King."
"It's a dog-eat-dog world here." Erasmus shrugged. "Now, what I want to know is how we can win despite this overwhelming disadvantage. According to your information, they will be attacking in a month or two, right?"
"Right." Thirteen nodded. "I will use that time to create a massive formation in the city. But frankly, I don't think that will be enough to make a difference. What we need is time."
