Flattering voices kept echoing around the crown prince, and he stood there smiling proudly as he looked toward Withered Tree Fortress.
In his mind, his strategy had already succeeded completely. It wouldn't be long before Withered Tree Fortress was destroyed. Once that happened, the Serpent Empire would be fully swallowed by the Stellar Empire, and he would become the undisputed heir to the throne.
As he was daydreaming about what he would do once he became emperor, a voice broke the harmony.
"Your Highness, I don't think this is the time to relax. We've only gained a small advantage for now. I believe the Serpent Empire must have hidden reserves waiting to be used."
The one who spoke was none other than the governor of the Atacama Desert, a man the crown prince had always despised.
The crown prince shot him a cold look.
"Of course I know that. I don't need you to remind me. And let me remind you—commanding the battle is not your place."
