Earl Carter inclined his head. “Then please follow me.”

Theo left the barracks and started to make his way across the military camp under Earl Carter’s guidance. Indeed, the camp was so large that a guide was necessary.

The barracks were filled with more than a hundred thousand troops; they had mobilized more than four fifths of the standing army. In fact, there were more troops on the way, so the final army count was probably closer to a hundred and fifty thousand.

This is total war.

Meltor and Andras had been so bitterly antagonistic to each other that this war was fate. They had gathered every able-bodied soldier, leaving behind only a skeleton guard for the capital.

Maybe both powers had guessed it already. In order to win and destroy the enemy in front of them, they needed to pour in more strength than ever before.

Theo’s expression grew heavier at the thought. In some ways, this war had been sparked by Theodore Miller. Elvenheim, and the three Swords he had killed… Now that he was now powerful enough to rest a finger on the delicate balance of power, Andras had realized that the time had come to strike. If they delayed any longer, defeat...