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The Western Front

Enjoying the music of war and battle. Walter stood atop his podium. Peering down into the lower ground, watching as the battle unfolded. His levies were currently locked in a melee against the Elves. 

Whilst the human levies came only in cloth and leather armour, wielding wooden spears and kitchen knives. The Elven levies, with their greater access to minerals and ores. Wore quarter plate armour that mostly covered their torsos, whilst wielding long swords that were thin and slender.

Without batting an eye, he continued to enjoy the scene below. Once the enemies began to run out of steam, our of adrenaline and energy. He ordered his foot soldiers and knight-trainees to enter the fray. This would be the perfect opportunity for them to gain battle experience. The thrill of battle made his hand itch. Tempted to charge in himself and solo the enemy. Just like his glory days.

However much he wanted to. He knew the men below his command lacked experience in leadership. They were still too young and lacking. All the seniors and brightest minds followed Victor to the mid-front. 

His blood-boiled. Waiting patiently, for the Elves to give him a good enough reason to draw his blade. "Someone strong! Someone skilled! Come on!"

The knight trainees and foot soldiers, who were mostly from the capital unhesitatingly tread over the human levies that were too hurt and injured to move. These were mere dirty peasants from some backwater countryside. Whilst they were the capital's educated and cultured.

The Elves who met this new charge, were instantly decimated. The new oomph of energy wiped out the weary. Sending thousands into the afterlife.

Walter sighed in disappointment, as he realised the enemy hadn't sent anyone strong towards his way. "No matter, if they refuse to send me someone worth to fight. I'll simply march into their capital Vena and slay their queen."

This battle had cost Walter 3000 of his 4000 Levies. In return, he culled thousands more and suffered zero casualties amongst his knight ranks.

...

Thus, when the news finally arrived. Both Eastern and Western fronts were successful in advancing into Via Marea. Whilst the Mid-front gained a free pass to cross the river. When the Elves, in fear of a double flank retreated their front lines further back.

Unknowingly, Walter had ruined Victor's force of hand on Asai.

...

Via Marea

Vena

Relaxing upon her throne, was Queen Rima Regenon. Her grey eyes fluttered as she looked towards her dear friend.

"Larmiel, tell me. How goes the war?"

"Your Majesty, currently the lower nobles have sent their levies in to test the waters. They have reported that everything is fine, and that things are going according to plan. Please await the good news."

"The people of my kingdom dying is going according to the plans? How funny."

"Your Majesty, my agents have reported that the nobility has taken this war as a chance to purge the weak and untalented. Elves who didn't contribute enough to our society."

"And, the weak simply accepted their fate? Willingly heading into the jaws of death?"

"No, your Majesty. As you know, you're the only priestess within the Kingdom to be able to communicate with Goddess Marea. The moment they heard Marea willed it, and that the goddess was watching over them. Then did they became foolish enough to think of themselves as special."

"I see... Say Larmiel, how about we go for a walk. Lets greet the humans ourselves shall we?"

"Y-.. You jest! Your Majesty." "No! Please no! I need help! Someone help me! Once she decides to do something, it becomes ridiculously hard to deter her!"

Larmiel glanced around towards the maids and servants. They all kept their gazes down and refused to answer his pleas for assistance.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO..."