She ran the numbers in her head. Officially, High Cliff Castle had just over three hundred active-duty warriors. Jackal Wolfman Cavalry, Feder Warriors, Beastman Barbarians—they were all powerful Races, their combat prowess beyond question. Their only weakness was their small numbers.
But even if they mobilized every combat-capable adult in High Cliff Castle, they could muster a thousand men at most.
With such a huge numerical disparity, they would be at a disadvantage even in a defensive siege, let alone the fact that the enemy had a Giant Dragon as backup.
Miriel had no idea where this Lord found the confidence to say something so incredibly arrogant—"the enemy only has a mere four thousand men"—while acting as if victory was already in his grasp.
"Sowing discord before the battle has even begun. If it weren't for the fact that you're a woman, I would have already given you ten lashes."
The Lord stood up and slammed a hand on the table, his expression grim.
