The great battle has concluded.
At this moment, Kochou slumped directly into her chair upon receiving the news. Underneath that luxurious kimono, she was already drenched with sweat, and the feedback she received was quite uncomfortable.
But she didn't mind. With no one around, she pulled down the collar wide, letting the cool breeze sweep over the hills and gradually drying the beads of sweat.
The feeling of comfort was even more refreshing than drinking a bottle of ice-cold water. Kochou might not have stood on the battlefield herself, but her heart was always tied to it, constantly listening for reports from over there, knowing how desperate the earlier situation had been.
One could say there was completely no hope in sight.
She was in the rear, and this sweat was proof of bearing the pressure.
Until Aozawa enlarged, using Will-o'-the-wisp to control the Dread Emperor's five senses, only then did the battle situation begin to change.
