[... Move our troops to the Cerdeauxian border. Make it clear that this is a show of force. I want them to feel our presence and realize we are prepared to take necessary action...]
"Hmm...I see, I see."
Wilmot who read the letter from the capital nodded understandably.
After years of inaction, there is finally something else to do besides periodic monitoring.
Had it not for the responsibility of overseeing multiple provinces, Wilmot was sure the boredom might have been the cause of his death.
A faint smile on his lips, "I'm glad that I didn't apply to be transferred to another place."
He folded the letter carefully and placed it on the table.
The general then looks at the man in front of him.
He is a messenger from the capital who is tasked to deliver the very letter he's reading.
The poor man was breathing heavily and sweat glistening on his forehead. The messenger must have pushed himself to the limit to get this letter here.
