Isn't this self-contradictory?
Did this Undead Grand Mage really lose his wits after Francois chopped off half his head?
Fine then, go ahead and court death, Kemler. Beneath his helmet, Mathew Bade's face twisted into a feral grin. Once you're dead, I can smoothly take over all your forces.
Knock yourself out!
The Undead Army continued to advance along the rugged mountain path. Kemler covertly sized up Mathew Bade, a cold sneer curling in his heart.
He didn't try to dissuade me. This brat is hoping I lose, so he can pick up my whole power base.
If this brat had tried to talk me out of it, then that would mean he wanted me to win a crushing victory.
Just like Mathew Bade has his own little abacus, Kemler had his own plans.
Montefel Castle was absurdly solid, and the Undead were precisely a race that wasn't good at siege warfare. His Ancient Tomb Legion had no siege engines; taking this castle in a quick assault was damn near impossible.
