The night was deep, and the stars were dim.
Colin stood beside the burning bonfire, his view filled with the brightly lit military camp.
"What are you thinking about?"
Colin turned around and saw Duke St. Gregorian approaching with a captivating smile.
"Nothing much," Colin exhaled, looking towards the deep night sky in the west and said, "I was just thinking that given the speed of the Orc army's advance, they should almost be reaching the Luwal Valley by now..."
"Is that so? That's great! The moment for revenge is finally arriving!" Duke St. Gregorian's eyes shone as he excitedly looked towards the west and exclaimed.
Colin didn't share Duke St. Gregorian's confidence.
In fact, as the Orc army drew closer, Colin had begun to feel increasingly nervous.
Of course, he had no objections to the combat strategies devised by Marquis Garcia.
But while the strategy might be sound, putting it into practice might not go smoothly.