Even if we win, we can't regain the lost territory.
Duke Edmund opened his eyes and looked at the monocle of Rudolph.
He really wanted to smash those lenses with a punch and shatter his inherent arrogance.
But his clenched fist slowly loosened in the next second.
He even displayed a slight, extremely restrained gentleness on his face: "It's commendable that on the way back to the city, the general maintained the military discipline of his subordinates."
His tone was so light, it seemed like praise, everything was as usual.
He nodded slightly again, then instructed, "You have worked hard for many days, rest at the guest building first, sort out the detailed battle report tomorrow and submit it to the Imperial Capital."
Not a word was mentioned about defeat, retreat, or responsibility.
Rudolph finally exhaled the breath he'd been holding; he barely made it through this.
But deep down, he knew this didn't mean that Duke Edmund would truly let him go.
