"Why aren't they staying put in Gray Furnace Town and instead roaming near Joan of Arc Castle?"
Upon hearing the news brought by the servant, Monte Yac, wearing silk pajamas, jumped straight out of bed in shock.
Isn't this asking for trouble? What on earth is the commander thinking?
Despite having already informed Horn of the specifics of the Imperial Knights' strength, anyone with a brain should know they are no match for the Imperial Knights.
The best choice should have been to hold fast in Gray Furnace Town, await the North Knights' arrival, and gradually weaken the Imperial Knights' forces.
"What should we do now, sir?"
Monte Yac removed his silk pajamas and tossed them casually on the ground.
He fished out a fairly clean linen shirt from the chaotic heap of clothes, putting it on while speaking, "Leave 100 men to garrison Joan of Arc Castle, the remaining 250 will come with me."
