"Now, are we launching the attack now?"
Standing outside the door, Boritz tilted his body slightly, trying to hear the voices inside the conference hall, but was forced back by the stern gaze of the Imperial Guard war monk at the door.
"Yes." Horn sat at one end of the long table, calmly observing the many elders present.
After laboriously finishing reading the documents in his hand, Thomas hesitantly raised his hand, "Your Holiness, I don't quite understand."
"What don't you understand?"
"You see, our preparations aren't adequate, many of the war monks haven't met the standards you set..."
"Standards are dead, people are alive," Horn waved his hand, "There will never be a time when everything is ready."
"Or maybe we can wait two more days. With rebellions breaking out in two places, it's possible Joan of Arc Castle will divert troops to suppress them, which means fewer of our good lads will die," Hakuto said with a frown.
