Ever since Henry's army arrived in the Akakarat Region, the Count of Akakarat's mood had been swinging like a pendulum.
When Henry's army marched straight for Akakarat City, he was almost certain his end had come.
According to his spies, Henry's army was only about three thousand strong, but he was still terrified.
Even if Henry couldn't break into the city, he could still blockade them, trapping them inside.
However, when he saw that Henry's army wasn't launching a direct assault but was instead setting up camp far from the city, he could breathe a little easier.
'It seems Henry isn't coming for me,' Count Akakarat thought, a hint of relief in his eyes.
He stood on the city wall, observing Henry's army from afar.
They showed no signs of aggression, simply remaining encamped in silence, as if waiting for something.
