The night spread, with a cold moon hanging in the sky.
In a campsite near Azure Blue Port in the Grimm Kingdom, several corpulent noble officers were sitting in the command hall, feasting and drinking, as the scent of alcohol and roasted meat permeated the air.
"Damn, I really envy those guys on the front lines."
A pot-bellied Mage Commander belched, then rolled up the loose sleeve of his magic robe, grabbed a roasted lamb leg, and began devouring it.
"That's right, by now His Majesty the Saint King has probably led the Grand Army into the Coldflame Kingdom, right?"
Another obese Knight Commander had already removed his breastplate and, with a puffed-up belly, mocked, "It's a pity we can't witness the scene of Sunset Fortress in ruins."
"Of course, the weaklings of the Coldflame Kingdom are no match for the potent warriors of the Grimm Kingdom!"
