All fifteen divisions—thirty thousand soldiers—stood in formation. This was almost the entire army of Dalmasca. It was clear they were fully committed to going to war with Rosaria.
As Talcott stared at this grand military force, the fear and unease that had been scratching at his mind began to fade.
They would crush Rosaria. Once they took the rich lands of Nabradia, Dalmasca would become the largest and most powerful nation on the continent. And if they kept pushing the army forward, they could take the entire continent.
Once that was done, Talcott would rule it all as Emperor.
Around him, ministers and nobles stood respectfully, gathered for the formal send-off ceremony. This was a war at a national scale. Everyone's face was stiff with tension, and they kept quiet, watching with anticipation.
Yes. Whether they were ministers or nobles, none of them could defy him. Talcott held command over this army. He, Talcott—not anyone else—was the true supreme power in Dalmasca.
