The name Anima wasn’t one I had never heard before.

'That’s right. There was definitely a strategist-like general named Anima.'

I remembered her as a capable female character with decent stats.

Of course, she wasn’t a character who appeared as a hidden general, but in every scenario, she was always affiliated with the Aishus army.

Indeed, the strategist for Aishus' army was usually Anima.

For some reason, Jinor was holding that position now, but Jinor had originally been a hidden general.

Now, with Anima added to the mix, I started to understand Epinnel's strangely stubborn behavior.

Could it be...

'Is it possible... that Epinnel didn’t like the fact that Anima was ousted from her position as strategist?'

Goodness.

No matter how much Aishus’ army was run by veteran soldiers, if you consider the primary trait of a strategist—intelligence—then Jinor would undoubtedly be far superior.

Moreover, this wasn’t a game; it was the real world, and Jinor, unlike me who predicted and fit pieces together, was undoubtedly an extremely smart and wise individual.

But still, was she resentful of this?

If she cared so much about the 'original members,' then why was she recruiting talent in the first place?

"..."

After hearing Jinor’s words, Epinnel pondered for a moment before looking at me.

"Swen. You’re sure about this, right?"

"Are you talking about me?"@@novelbin@@

"The part about how you’re willing to risk your life to make a miracle happen. If the surprise attack doesn’t come, then this fortress, after we withdraw the troops, will be in a precarious situation. If your ability doesn’t activate, we will be in deep trouble."

"...It’s possible. If this fortress falls, I’ll surely become a prisoner of Brans’ army. And from Brans’ perspective, I’m a traitor. Why would I risk my life to tell lies?"

I said the lie without a change in my expression.

Well, based on my predictions, the surprise attack would likely happen, so I wasn’t worried.

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