"Sister, do you really trust Miss Theresa that much?"
In the imperial bedchamber, warm with the feeling of spring, the reigning empress Amalia, wearing a thin silk nightgown, cuddled against Astrid's chest.
Her legs were gently closed, two smooth, delicate feet clad in white stockings resting on the sheet. The skin, slightly flushed from sweat, showed faintly through the cream-colored silk, making the once-pure white become tinged with pink like melting vanilla ice cream.
"The reconnaissance officer at the front reports the frost is receding. Judging by the density of wind-ice elemental particles in the air, there's about one to two weeks left, at most no more than half a month, before the storm blocking the advance dies down,"
"Once that happens, the gates between the Kingdom of Velys and the Valeria Empire will be wide open."
That meant Amalia had to arm enough troops before then. Besides manpower, the most important thing for an army was its weapons and equipment.
