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“Chancellor. Piatranne has fallen.”

The one who received the report was an antique-looking old man. His beard had grown down to his waist, and the years had melted into his face. He was dressed lightly. Perhaps because his legs were uncomfortable, he was leaning on a cane. This man, the chancellor of Ruderwin and famous as a strategist, was Lanky Nidhal. He blinked because he could not immediately understand what he had heard. There were ten more people around him. They looked at each other and fell silent.

“Is that true? General Redux could not stop them? Are you saying...