Who Spent the Night with the Tower Master (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 161

It was just as winter began when the Imperial Army crossed the Balkandor Mountains. Internal dissent was quite strong—why launch such a reckless assault precisely in the bitter cold of winter?

For the defenders, it was simply a matter of quietly holding their ground, but for the attackers, the harsh season was nothing short of a disaster. The cold season introduced countless variables.

This was a time when supplying food and drinking water became even more critical, and they had to be well prepared for the fickle, ever-changing weather.

Especially in winter, this was when magical beasts became fully active. Thus, there was no battle as difficult as one fought in winter—but despite this, Emperor Kazan sent his army toward Tavines as soon as winter began.

Some even claimed outright that the army wouldn’t even make it across the Balkandor Mountains and would instead become prey for the magical beasts.

“Our forces have finally broken through the magical beasts’ territory and arrived near the walls of Beligraden.”

Contrary to expectations, news arrived that they had pierced through the Balkandor Mountains with minimal losses. Casualties from magical beasts were few. Naturally, the army dispatched by the Emperor was well equipped with magical weaponry specifically designed for exterminating magical beasts.

Though magical beasts were formidable foes, their prior experience in continuous extermination campaigns and the weapons developed specifically for that purpose proved immensely helpful.

“Now that we’ve breached even the most feared magical beast territory, good tidings of victory should arrive shortly.”

The new Emperor—Kazan—merely propped his chin in his hand, fiddling absently with the cup before him, showing no interest in the joyful news. His expression looked thoroughly bored. Sensing this, his aide discreetly withdrew.

A massive map depicting the entire empire lay spread across the Emperor’s table. Though he had seemed indifferent moments before, he now rose from his seat and walked toward the map.

At that moment, the door opened, and a red-haired man entered. It was Reynald. Without even glancing at him, the Emperor remarked casually,

“Well?”

“…I’ve been completely freed from the memory-altering magic.”

Only then did the Emperor’s utterly bored expression shift ever so slightly.

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