Chapter 1982

The soldier's words quickly spread from the city gates to the city, eventually reaching Kemp. Kemp relayed the message to Manfred, who was intensely studying a battle map. Manfred hadn't slept for days. His eyes were bloodshot, and his face was etched with exhaustion. He stared at the battle map before him, watching the flags of various forces flutter. When he heard the news from Kemp, his expression didn't relax. Instead, it became even more serious. "Mr. Atkinson, we won. Aren't you happy?" Kemp asked, his voice trembling slightly. Besides those stationed on the frontlines, no one knew the hardship they had endured over the past decade. For the last ten years, the barbarians had allied with the northern tribes, launching multiple assaults. Combined with the king's incompetence and weak officials, things had only gotten worse since Glen's death. Vlario had descended into chaos. If it weren't for Manfred leading his troops and holding the line, the country would have long since