Poor Army Condition

GARAND POV

Imperial Palace, Grand Court Mage’s Study, 293 years ago

“Vermillion, your vermin. If you want to fight, you need not spy on me. I’ll pay your kingdom a visit, then we fight.”

The orb in the centre shattered before the duo’s eyes. The duo being a young merman and a strange humanoid creature with golden hair.

The merman, the newly appointed Grand Court Mage, Garand immediately yelped in fear.

“Ah! You didn’t tell me you were going to spy on such a thing. I’ve never heard of anyone breaking a spell in such a way.”

She scratched his head thinking about how insane a feat he just bore witness to. The person to his side on the other hand just looked at the shattered remnants of the orb and scoffed.

“Stupid old man. Does he know how long it takes to build houses?”

After insulting him, she proceeded to swim away from the room. Garand, although still shocked by the event, managed to regain a bit of composure and grab the blonde’s wrist.

“Wait!”