Upon hearing the Black Swan's recount, Kriolleiv stayed silent for a long while.
"...Is this the message that man left for me?"
"Correct, he made himself very clear. Speaking is his part, conveying is mine, as for listening—that's up to you."
Black Swan nodded slightly.
"I understand. That will be all."
Kriolleiv sighed deeply, waved his hand, and the latter bowed and left. Kriolleiv then turned his gaze outside the tent, a hint of agony surfaced in his eyes.
Escapism...is it?
As the most prestigious general Herman, Kriolleiv of course knew the problems facing the nation. The succession dispute between Princess Hera and Prince Barton had never stopped since the former king's death. At that time, he had remained silent. Deep down, Kriolleiv hoped that Prince Barton could rise and become a competent king.
But to his surprise, the pressure-burdened Prince Barton chose to collude with the Demon Clan, attacked Lisas, and was ultimately defeated and killed.