The Greatest Secret

Sage Glacken, the Mountain of Fortitude, couldn't help but smile at the Sage Sarak's words, turning to a man with long flowing hair, donning the military attire of the Royal Navy.

Sage Siliken, the Eastern Shield of the Royal Navy.

"They don't know yet, do they?" Sage Glacken chuckled to his peer.

Sage Siliken smiled. "It appears not."

Sage Sarak narrowed his eyes as he gazed at the five Kandrian Martial Sages with a peculiar gaze.

He didn't understand why they were so nonchalant deploying the five of them here.

He knew a good chunk of the sixteen Martial Sages of the Kandrian Empire were in the Beast Domain, leaving only eleven behind.

If nine of them went to confront the nine Sekigaharan Sages from the east, then it meant that they would only have two more left.

That was why the Sekigahara Confederate deployed just to be safe.

Yet, he was confronted with five.