Chapter 468

Translator: Nat

Third Person POV

South Yuguria Provisional Capital City: Alteria.

A giant tower extends into the sky.

It is a symbolic building of the Divine Nation of Altair constructed over several decades by the slave labor of tens of thousands of people to praise the God of Altair.

After the citizens rejected said God, many idols and churches were burned down, but this great temple was the only structure that remained standing.

Currently, this temple is flying the flag of the South Yuguria Empire.

It has been established as the Empires central base.

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And, fluttering at the highest point overlooking countless other flags is the Emperors flag weaved with gold thread.

Such a place was supposed to display the glory of the South Yuguria Empire however, under the cloudy sky, the radiance of the Emperors flag seemed to be slightly dim as if to reflect the unfavorable state of battle.

Inside the Temple Grand Conference Hall.

With the surrender of Tortoent, the logistics network for the entire region of Libatis has completely fallen apart and recovering is impossible.

Holding the report in one hand, the supply officer repeatedly crosses out the line drawn on the map with evenly spaced X marks, finishing with one last large X in ink right in the center before lifting his brush off the paper.

We narrowly escaped the fierce pursuit of the enemy because of General Maestuss efforts. However, we suffered heavy losses far beyond the limits of how much we can replenish from the local area.

One of the high ranking commanders reports the status of his army.

Then, a commander with an even higher standing sighs after a quick glance at the crudely-written document.

The withdrawal has already begun at the discretion of the on-site commander. The castles and forts are supposed to be destroyedif there was no leeway, theyve been left undamaged. nobody can be blamed. Just send confirmation from headquarters.

A staff officer folds his arms and continuously presses a seal again and again on documents with the same message on it.

Its a near miracle that the warfront stayed intact. We need to reconfigure our tactics. where is His Excellency Zaphnes?

His Excellency is resting.

The contact person straightened his back and answered the question asked by the staff officer.

Argh, call him right

As soon as the officer raised his voice, the door swung open violently and Zaphnes appeared.

Everyone stood up and saluted.

The female caretaking officer saw him off outside the hall with a salute, but when the door closed, she fell over clutching her lower abdomen.

Zaphnes pushed everyone aside and stared at the map.

Cant we stop the enemy at Fort Mereze?

the commander in charge made a decision two days ago for the defense force to retreat and abandon the fort.

Zaphnes slams his fist onto the desk, expressing his anger.

How can he just withdraw without an order!? Whos the commander!?

Zaphnes yells as his eyes dart to the icon placed on the map representing ally forces stationed near Alteria and go wide.

Why are there four 1000-man squads of the regular army idle there!? Why not put them on the frontlines!? At this rate, well lose the entire region of Libatis!

T-the enemys tens of thousands is riding the momentum of victory and heading south! In addition, the citizens have all revolted and although the ones here are elite, adding four thousand wont affect the larger picture

The objecting officer is cut off by Zaphness sharp stare and the topic changes.

Citizens besides the ones in Tortoent have also revolted eei, even though we occupied the territory so peacefully order the army to burn down every single town and village! If we cant retain them, there is no need to persuade them gently!

Zaphnes tears apart the map.

An unsettling tension envelopes the hall containing the commander who lost his composure at the deteriorating situation.

Now, now, getting upset will not help.

A handsome face smiles cheerfully and speaks in a lighthearted tone as if unfazed by the heavy atmosphere.

Maestus! Youre back!

Zaphnes lowers the fist he was about to slam against the desk again and pats the mans shoulder.

I heard you clashed with Hardlett