"Mr. Alf?"
Javier turned slightly, his tone composed but with a trace of tension building underneath.
"Yes, Young Master?"
"Do we have any information… about the Royal Wyvern Force?"
Alf gave a slow nod.
"Do you want the approximate count or confirmed numbers?"
"Hmm…"
Javier glanced back at the board.
"Give me the approximate number first."
Alf's voice was calm.
"Based on intercepted reports and confirmed sightings during drills… we estimate around three thousand or more active wyvern riders."
"Three… thousand?"
Javier froze.
Then his voice sharpened.
"Three thousand!? Since when did they have that many!?"
His hand instinctively gripped the edge of the map table.
"During the Holy War against the Saint of Three Gods, they barely had 500 elite wyvern units!"
Alf nodded, his face serious.
