Inside a tent, Corvin stood by a round table.
Across from him stood a tall, middle-aged man with golden hair.
He wore golden armor that covered his entire body, except for his head.
His eyes were blue, but his right eye had been damaged in battle, leaving him blind in that eye.
"Thank you, General Arkam. If it weren't for your help, the rebel forces would have been defeated much sooner," Corvin said politely, clasping his hands together and bowing his head slightly.
The condescending and arrogant attitude he had shown toward Elina on the battlefield seemed to have vanished.
Now, he treated Arkam with great respect and sincerity.
Arkam nodded slightly.
"You're welcome. Helping you was His Majesty's order, after all. I was simply doing my duty."
Corvin smiled at his response.
"By the way, how many of your men were killed?"
"Almost all of them. Fewer than two thousand remain."
Corvin let out a bitter chuckle, feeling both frustrated and helpless.
