Duke Capone, watching her quietly, added:
"His presence alone will be a tremendous boon. But if you're hesitant about him stepping directly onto the battlefield..."
Astrid firmly shook her head.
"That cannot be allowed. My personal feelings and sorrows mean nothing in the grand course of history. The finest blade must never remain in its sheath. He thinks the same."
Capone looked at her with approval.
A ruler worthy of sainthood.
"Indeed. Duke Michael's leadership and experience will bring us victory."
Astrid nodded.
"Yes. But we must not grow complacent. Ensure everything is prepared to the finest detail. A single mistake can decide the outcome of war."
The atmosphere in the war room grew solemn.
Flags on the map trembled faintly in the draft, while the sounds of training soldiers echoed from beyond the castle walls.
"Are the supplies coming in steadily?"
Capone nodded without delay.
