"After that...?"

"We fled as far away as possible, to the safest place. We kept running, running until we finally planted our flag near this area, Valharat territory. That was the moment the Aishus army began."

Anima spoke in a calm tone, casually explaining a tragic event.

"Having lost my arm, I could no longer wield a sword. From that day on, I searched for every available military treatise and devoured them. I thought our army was lacking in strategists. Luckily, I seemed to have some ability in that area, as studying didn’t prove too difficult."

"...I see."

After hearing her explanation, it became a little clearer why things were unfolding as they were in this country. The strong sense of camaraderie among the founding members of the Aishus army, the deep bond forged through shared tragedies, likely played a big part in their success. Five people had managed to create a state of this scale, and just recently, they even captured Raklein Castle.@@novelbin@@

One could say they were quite successful as feudal lords, given the circumstances.

However, the real situation wasn’t something you could understand with a single sentence like "They’re close comrades." Their unity, built on a foundation of mutual deception in these troubled times, no doubt had its advantages. But at the same time, would this very unity eventually become the Aishus army’s downfall?

Just then, Anima suddenly spoke, turning to me.

"Jinor Nighhardt."

"Yes?"

"He was the last chancellor of the Unified Empire. He was someone who had eaten from the Aingart family’s table."

At that moment, Anima’s eyes briefly flashed with something almost like anger, a faint trace of fury barely concealed behind her usual calm expression.

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