Ugh, sure.

Of course, we conduct our research beforehand. So far, I havent experienced any of my troops retreating because of bow interference.

As far as Rishe knew, only the eastern continent respected archers. Top-notch wielders didnt come along very often if their skills werent given due credit.

Arnold, who had been an opponent in her knightly life, was totally dismissive of a bow threat. From the standpoint of an intruder, she would have hoped that he would have at least been vigilant.

Suppose the castle is the battlefield and youre already at a disadvantage as the defender, what would you do then?

If the opposing general is you, Id deliberately leave holes in the line of defense and pretend that there are unprotected areas.

Ho. Are you going to invite the enemy in?

That way, Your Highness wont be alarmed and wont be foolish enough to attack, right? If the battle evolves into a siege, itll be the end of the world. My top priority is never to be perceived as inferior. Thats why Ill act like Im waiting for you, not running away, and stand before Your Highness with aplomb!

Ha. Interesting.

Amidst fluffy and dancing fireflies, Arnold propped his elbows on the balcony railing and continued, The key is to increase the bulk of the army. The southern side of this castle is the hardest to defend, so how will you make up for it?

Id have to take advantage of the environment. For example, manipulate tricks

Nevertheless, Arnold came up with strategies effortlessly.

Whenever Rishe contrived and designed a strategy, he instantly broke them. Looking at the beautiful glows, Rishe got frustrated and asked Arnold, Do you have a fountain of inexhaustible strategy Your Highness?

It sounds good when you put it that way. Tactics are built on the premise of weaknesses in humans.

Weaknesses

Even in a siege, where its likely to be devastating, its easy to exploit the weaknesses. For example, if you capture the countrys women and children and kill them savagely in front of the city walls, the enemy soldiers may open the gates themselves and even come to your aid I can think of countless ideas like that in my head.

Rishe blinked once.

She couldnt see any emotion on his profile while he was watching fireflies. So she asked, You hate wars, dont you?

Arnold glanced at her with a raised eyebrow.

Normally, others would entertain the opposite impression.

Really? But I dont think a warmonger would have that look on their face.

He smiled at that, but he still had a bitter look on his face.

A firefly softly approached and Rishe followed it with her gaze. The large grain of light twinkled and illuminated Arnolds hair and eyes.

Ah~

A sparkling stardust reflected off in his eyes.

His clear sea-blue eyes were staring straight at her. Rishe couldnt help but gasp, getting more enamored by Arnolds eyes than the fireflies flitting splendidly around.

You have really, beautiful eyes

The words, which came out unconsciously, seemed to touch something in Arnold.

When he gently lowered his eyes, the length of his eyelashes stood out. Arnold looked at her and responded, These eyes are the same color as my father.

!

The sound of his voice, though clearly audible, had a somewhat croaky ring to it.