Meltor’s strikes at the border allowed both northern powers to openly prepare for full-fledged war. Unlike the Central Continent, which hadn’t experienced large wars in centuries, the two northern superpowers clashed between two to three times each century for many centuries.

As a result, Meltor’s war machine was a masterpiece of logistics. Merchants moved military supplies without a hitch, and residents filled their local drafting quotas to overflowing.

Nevertheless, a war was a war. It was a symbol of bloodshed that could never be rationalized. Regardless of victory or defeat, the weight of the bloodshed and corpses wasn’t light.

Manavil’s energetic streets were now filled with a strange tension, while the residential areas which were usually filled with laughter were silent. Fortunately, Meltor was used to war, so there weren’t any large disturbances. After all, war meant disaster would sweep the kingdom.

“Hrmm.” Kurt III looked around him.

Maybe today will be an exception.

This was the prelude to the unification war, so it was natural to see a veil of seriousness around the royal palace. However, the atmosphere in the meeting room was strangely joyous. Veronica had accomplished her mission,...