Ethan quietly swallowed his saliva before looking at Duke Osantra's face.
"What's going on, Your Highness?"
"Is there something I don't know?"
The Duke remained silent for a brief moment before slowly shaking his head.
"No."
"It's just that the things happening around us recently are making me uneasy."
"I don't have a good feeling about all this."
He slowly turned his gaze toward the distant battlefield where countless campfires flickered beneath the night sky.
"Who knows what kind of mess will be caused once the Emperors enter the battlefield."
His voice remained calm, but Ethan could clearly hear the worry hidden beneath it.
Duke Osantra paused for a moment before slowly clenching his fist.
"Saints are people everyone looks up to."
"But once those standing at an even higher realm join the war, even people like us become nothing more than pigs and chickens waiting to be slaughtered on a whim."
He let out a quiet sigh.
