O'Neil Fortress. Several days had passed since the siege began.
After days of relentless attrition by the enemy, the entire fortress was severely depleted.
Inside a conference room in O'Neil Fortress, all the fortress's officers, including Prince Noah, Count Fernando, and Earl Norwich, were gathered around a round table.
"Your Highness, we are running out of food, and the enemy has cut off our line of retreat.
The Griffin Knights who fought their way in earlier brought news. The Marquis has already ordered the armies on the Siriel Defense Line to begin a gradual withdrawal...
We might... not be getting any reinforcements." Earl Norwich's voice was tinged with exhaustion.
After speaking, Earl Norwich placed a map of the Siriel Defense Line on the table and slowly unrolled it.
"Actually, I don't think we should continue to hide the news of the siege," Count Fernando said, his brow furrowed.
"The enemy has us completely surrounded. We have no line of retreat.
