Aiden silently calculated for a moment.
Close, but not enough yet.
Valen City was already preparing for war. The longer he waited, the harder attacking would become.
Still…
If he attacked too early, casualties would rise unnecessarily.
Aiden finally spoke.
"Okay then."
His voice remained calm, but the moment the words left his mouth, the atmosphere around the courtyard subtly changed.
"In one week… we attack Valen City."
Graveknit slowly lowered his head.
"As you command, my lord."
Kael's expression remained calm as always, though the pale glow in his eyes sharpened slightly.
Dragmar gripped his massive shield harder.
The air itself seemed colder afterward.
Because everyone understood what that meant.
Aiden continued calmly.
"While we wait, I want the three of you to continue attacking smaller forces, caravans, villages, anything useful."
His eyes shifted between Graveknit, Kael, and Dragmar.
"Harass them constantly."
"Keep them nervous."
