With a loud "bang," Jeanne slammed the battle report onto the long wooden table.
The coffee cup on the table jumped up, splattering some onto the map, which spread out into a dark stain.
"Is this what you call foolproof?" Jeanne leaned forward slightly, her hands braced on the table. "Didn't the staff say the Royal Court's main forces would only focus on the Shattered Stone Plain?
Didn't you say Wolfbridge County was just a useless wasteland, a pity to throw away?
Now tell me, why did the Royal Court's thirty thousand main forces move into Wolfbridge County?!"
The conference room was silent; the staff lowered their heads, none daring to meet Jeanne's eyes.
Jeanne was always cheerful and gentle, like a good big sister.
But if there was a mistake in military affairs, she would turn into the officers' most stern mother.
Every word hit the mark; unless the root of the problem was found and thoroughly reflected upon, she would not let it go.
