"Let me lead the team?"
Caligula, with his beautiful long hair, leaned back in his chair as he looked at the order from Isabella. He gently kicked, signaling the maid kneeling before him—who had just finished the previous round of tending—to leave the room.
Then Caligula fastened his belt himself, pondering the intentions of the princess.
...
Ulrichla leading the team, all of the "seats" going to the battlefield, and all the surrounding territories being mobilized... It didn't align with the previously established strategy for the Duchy.
Was it really time for a full-scale war? But could the Empire, which had just ended a thousand-year war, truly sustain another potential millennium-long conflict? The soldiers, the civilians, the territories... Could they really endure this?
*"Waste of labor and money."*
