Then explain why we remain on this side of the
[cdb]mountains staring at that wretched fortress!
Did I not command you to gather enough soldiers to
[cdb]push through?
Yes, and I did all that—we actually have the numbers
[cdb]advantage by some margin.
But the enemy commander, Holst, is a born leader,
[cdb]and his men are bound to fight like demons.
I'm sorry. Are you suggesting some cowardly savage is
[cdb]a superior commander to me, the next king of
Almyra?
Not at all, not at all! Merely pointing out that
[cdb]storming a fortress tends to be one of those
[cdb]time-consuming sort of things.
In which case, the current state of affairs proves to be
[cdb]exceedingly fortunate for you.
As we speak, the Imperial household fights to hold
[cdb]power against the Empire's nobility, while the whole
Kingdom bickers over who should wear the crown.
There will be no reinforcements here. Take whatever
[cdb]time you need.
I admire that optimism! Er, but as I recall, the king
[cdb]instructed us not to attack yet.
That was before the situation changed. Father will
[cdb]hold me in great esteem for this, mark my words!
Also, Khalid has been absent for a good while now,
[cdb]and I wager he's plotting some mischief.
But once I've conquered Fódlan, it won't matter what
[cdb]folly he attempts. The throne will be mine!
Prince Shahid! Enemy reinforcements have been
[cdb]spotted!
What?! Bah. No matter. There can't be more than a
[cdb]scattering of them.
Send in what's left of our troops and crush them all!