Finding Jinor Nighhardt wasn’t particularly difficult.

He was standing on the fortress walls, surveying the surroundings, occasionally letting out a sigh.

"Jinor Nighhardt."

"Hmm? Swen, is that you? What brings you here?"

I stood beside him and casually started the conversation.

"Are you really planning to let this battle be decided by a direct confrontation?"@@novelbin@@

"...What do you mean?"

"If my words seem presumptuous, I apologize. I just want to ask if you truly believe that following Epinnel’s suggestion is the right decision."

"...Hah."

Jinor let out a long sigh and then spoke.

"There is some merit in General Epinnel's words. If we lose this fortress, we’ll just be stuck in place. Perhaps, fighting head-on might be the answer, but..."

"I disagree. I have a different opinion."

"...What are you trying to say?"

I spoke in a serious tone.

"Jinor Nighhardt, it's quite simple. If you were the strategist of Brans’ army, would you march your troops here?"

"I do think 50,000 men is insufficient. But this is not a castle, it’s a fortress. If we’re talking about an advance force, there’s no reason not to invade. If it were me, I’d bring 20,000 to 30,000 more soldiers... but even an invasion itself wouldn’t be entirely out of the question."

"Are you saying that even though I’m here?"

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