Sigmund, wearing a rare smile, raised his hand to gather everyone's attention.
"Then, the joint forces shall consist of: 5,000 knights below Grade 5, 1,000 high-grade knights above Grade 5, 5,000 magical beasts, 1,500 mages, 1,000 warriors, 50 shamans, and 1,000 healers."
His violet eyes gleamed.
"With this, we now move toward a common goal: the fall of the Holy Nation of Radiance."
His firm voice echoed through the chamber, and the room erupted in cheers.
But just as he joined in their applause, Sigmund's expression abruptly hardened.
"Before we dispatch our troops," he said, "we must unify the chain of command."
His gaze swept across the room.
The sudden shift in demeanor caused every king present to focus on him with bated breath.
Was he about to claim leadership of the campaign himself?
Tension filled the air.
Sigmund's experience in actual warfare was relatively unknown.
