Lindarion leaned forward, his eyes flicking across the coastal fortress map.
Vivienne's plan was clever, but it assumed the enemy would fall for false weaknesses.
Lindarion didn't like leaving things to chance.
He liked forcing the outcome.
So he spoke.
"They'll expect traps in the water," he said. "They'll assume we've prepared defenses along the coastline."
Vivienne's sharp blue eyes flicked toward him, intrigued. "Go on."
Lindarion pointed at the map.
"They want to siege the fortress, right? Which means their goal isn't just landing their troops—it's controlling the city."
A few nobles leaned in slightly, listening.
Lindarion's gaze stayed on Verrian.
"They'll try to destroy the walls first. Siege weapons are slow, but they have range. They'll sit just outside of our attack radius and bombard the defenses until there's a breach."
Verrian nodded slightly. "So?"
Lindarion's lips curled.
"So we let them."
Silence.
Some students looked confused. Others alarmed.
