At that moment, the tent flap was suddenly lifted.
Cold wind rushed in, making the flames in the brazier flicker violently.
A knight of the Empire's highest rank rushed in.
He didn't even bow, staggering forward as if chased by something, collapsing to his knees after two steps.
"What's wrong?" Kaelin raised his head, frowning slightly, "Did the Federation send some new monster? Even if there are two alchemical dragons, I can kill them."
The knight's throat moved, as if forcing himself to speak.
He prostrated on the ground, voice hoarse: "Your Highness... it's not the Federation."
The tent went silent instantly.
"It's from the Southeast." The knight raised his head, his eyes filled with pure terror.
"It's Louis Calvin."
The moment this name fell, it was as if something silently shattered within the military tent.
"Latest urgent report." His voice began to tremble, yet he gritted his teeth and finished speaking.
