Although the Royal Capital and the front line were far apart, the existence of Magic meant that Marquis Oscillate was generally aware of the concessions the King had made.
Looking at the news in his hand, even Marquis Oscillate couldn't help but sigh. 'Louis has truly grown old. He's lost his youthful edge. Now, he's indecisive about everything, completely devoid of his former drive.'
Now, the King wasn't just sending the Kingdom's Standing Army to the Western Front, he was even easing his suppression of the Southern Nobles.
Oscillate walked to the window. Looking at the scenery outside, he couldn't help but recall the time he and the newly crowned Louis III rode together across the Beastman Grassland.
It was always disconcerting to see how much an old friend had changed.
After a moment of reflection, the Marquis returned to his desk.
