"The western and eastern edges are being blockaded as you ordered. Supplies from Count Dila and Viscount Belom are arriving without issue, escorted by our Heavenly Knights. The central ridge is under constant surveillance. As of this moment, everything is proceeding within expected parameters, Your Grace."
In the brightly lit office, the young knight Lisel stood tall and composed.
One hand rested behind his back, the other holding a neatly arranged report, its edges perfectly aligned—a reflection of the discipline drilled into him since the day he had sworn his oath.
"And as instructed," Lisel continued, "we requested Count Roverick's cooperation regarding the central field waves. However, with his forces steadily dwindling, he remains resistant to committing additional troops. Since he is expected to return from the academy soon, it may be best to renew the request—if only as a formality."
"I see…"
Grand Duke Luther Heavens replied in an even, neutral tone.
