Defeat was already looming near.
Ginijis sat on the throne, his face still ruddy.
He was dressed in a crimson silk robe, a gold-fringed belt around his waist, and wore the Blazing Iron Crown that had been passed down for a millennium in the Leia Kingdom.
It was as if he was not here to engage in a war, but to attend a banquet.
Only, before him was not a long table, nor honey-roasted suckling pig, but messengers sent by each Square Array Commander.
These infantry squares sent one or two at least, or three or four at most, kneeling in a row before Ginijis.
"Your Highness, over a hundred deserters emerged from the Second King's Guard, and the Square Array Commander had his right leg broken by lead shots, forcing a retreat."
"Your Highness, the Square Array Commander of the First Array of the Third Legion has fallen, and the Vice-Commander found himself surrounded on three sides by the Black Champion Army due to advancing too far. He requests support."
