[Eldergorve Town.]
"That is all, my Lord."
Mira's voice echoed within the throne room as she knelt in front of Akamir.
The young man sat on the throne, tens of documents floated around him.
His eyes slowly checking each and every document that was provided to him.
"…Hmm." Akamir mumbled softly. "So, we have a total of five hundred trained soldiers."
With the Twin of Hypocrisy taking the lead, Akamir had ordered a large group of Mimickers to stay inside the shadows of different knights and mages.
It was a way for them to learn how they fight and figure out their weaknesses.
Akamir rested his chin on his hand, his crimson eyes scanning the last document before letting it vanish into smoke.
"Five hundred trained soldiers," he repeated. "Should be enough, considering we will do an ambush and Lucien will not have enough time to call his army."
