In the inner chamber within the Region Lord's courtyard in Genowa City...Region Lord Baca Welvard sat hunched over a heavy table, his eyes methodically analyzing every detail, line, and report spread out before him. He was calculating strategic pathways, reviewing available manpower, and measuring the potential strength of the forces yet to arrive. Dozens of parchment scrolls lay open, displaying intricate tactical maps of the region alongside intelligence dispatches. Standing directly across from him was his trusted Vice, Joy Valentine, both of them quietly sifting through the critical data to prepare for the inevitable storm ahead.Suddenly—GONG! GONG! GONG!A heavy, rhythmic knocking echoed violently through the reinforced chamber doors, shattering the solemn silence of the room.Joy immediately shifted his gaze toward the entrance.Positioned on the inside of the chamber, two heavily armored guards stood at attention beside the entrance, while two more maintained watch in the

“Lunaris!”Prince Polken thought to himself at that exact moment, his eyes narrowing as he glared directly down at Zenon Bluemoon. He could feel the sudden, dramatic shift in the atmosphere behind him as his own soldiers were visibly taken aback the instant Zenon introduced himself.“So it is truly the case that Lunaris has dispatched their own to aid Genowa... I never believed that pathetic intelligence report for a single second,” Polken thought, his mind racing with unbridled fury.“And now, here I am, being openly disrespected and looked down upon by some stray, arrogant youth!"Polken leaned forward over the pommel of his saddle, his tone dripping with cold, aristocratic disdain as he addressed Zenon, who stood entirely unbothered on the dirt ground below. “So... is this absolute lack of respect and decorum what they teach you back in Lunaris?”“What disrespect do you speak of?” Zenon replied, his deep voice carrying a sovereign, absolute weight that effortlessly matched Polken’

Princess Adishia was warmly welcomed within the city gates, and she wasted no time in settling her affairs. Accompanied by her vice commander, she immediately headed toward her designated, private courtyard to refresh herself and rest after the grueling march, as her aides formally announced.Meanwhile, roughly half a kilometer outside the eastern gate, the outer encampments were rapidly erected and organized with disciplined efficiency. Soldiers hauled heavy wooden beams, pitched grand military tents, and dug perimeter trenches across the open plains. Yet, due to Prince Polken’s stubborn, aristocratic pride, every single scrap of timber, grain, and supply was purchased at full price directly from local city merchants rather than accepted as free aid from Region Lord Baca Welvard, ensuring the prince remained beholden to no one.Hours slipped by, and before anyone knew it, the pale moon hung high in the night sky. From the eastern city walls, the sprawling military encampment glowed

As the moon hung over Genowa City, casting a silver sheen across the stone ramparts and bustling thoroughfares, a dense, suffocating atmosphere settled over Regional Lord Baca’s estate.Within the main strategic chamber, the very room where Zenon previously convened for word to be sent to the Royal Region, a high-stakes war council was underway. A massive rectangular table occupied the center of the grand hall, around which the most powerful political and military figures of the region were seated.At the head of the table sat Regional Lord Baca Welvard, his face a calm mask of calculated focus. To his right sat his Vice Lord, Joy Valentine. Directly opposite them sat Princess Adishia Brivana, her regal, unyielding presence commanding the room alongside her Vice Commander. To the side, Zenon Bluemoon sat with an easy, formidable composure, while his loyal retainer Troy stood like an imposing shadow directly behind his chair. Beside Zenon sat Regional Lord Pengu, alongside two other h

“Lancelot, let them be. Let’s just continue going,” Zane said suddenly, calling out to his retainer with an indifferent wave of his hand.“HA HA HA!”One of the three leaders erupted into a loud, mocking laugh that echoed violently through the trees.“You actually think you can escape?! Forget it!” he roared toward them, his voice heavily laced with raw, volatile energy. The resulting acoustic vibration surged through the surrounding air, disrupting and tearing through everything in its wake like an invisible, destructive tidal wave.!!!“Kill them, Lancelot,” Zane commanded softly, his patience entirely exhausted.First, Lancelot expanded his earthy mana. In that exact microsecond, his golden-brown magic erupted outward in a dense barrier-like, intercepting and completely blocking the incoming sonic waves that were violently distorting the landscape.“Sound aura, huh?” Lancelot remarked, his voice cool and analytical. “The Young Master granted you a generous chance to leave with your