110,000 troops is not a small number, and they are exactly the kind of troops Lear most needs!
This shows that Firina must have been preparing early on.
His heart warmed, and he deeply gazed at the absolutely beautiful figure sitting elegantly on the stool, brightening the entire room.
"This is exactly what I need... Thank you, Your Highness."
Previously, addressing her as 'Your Highness' was a form of respect, but now it indicated a closer relationship.
Hearing the words 'Your Highness', a hint of a smile appeared on Firina's exquisite face.
Her eyes, like twinkling stars, stared at him.
"Now, I should be addressing you as 'Your Highness'."
"And, if anyone should be giving thanks, it should be me... without the War Intent Chains, I'm afraid the Beastman God would still be entrenched outside Lorand City."
As she spoke, she extended her right hand, on which an unadorned chain rested.
"This treasure should also be returned to you..."
