"I can understand why the other nobles in the alliance are so anxious. They've never experienced a large-scale war before and have no clue what's going on," Sylas said coldly.
"..."
"But you're a noble with a proper territory, aren't you? You've been through enough to know better. Why are you reacting so poorly, just like the rest of them?"
Kaspar's face turned crimson. Sylas's words were a clear reprimand, chastising him for overreacting to such a minor issue.
"I-I apologize, Your Excellency. I was only concerned for the alliance…"
"Not for your own territory?" Sylas asked pointedly.
"..."
"Well, no matter. It's not entirely unreasonable. After all, I did provoke the enemy who had been lying dormant," Sylas admitted.
Kaspar flinched. Sylas was right. News of support arriving from the West had already reached him. They could've maintained the stalemate until reinforcements came, so why had Sylas suddenly attacked and provoked their enemies?
