The magical communication was connected.
On the makeshift screen, the face of Roman Dmitri appeared. [This is Roman Dmitri from the Southern Front.] Beyond the screen, Daniel Cairo and the leaders of the Cairo Kingdom had gathered.
Upon seeing Roman's face, they could not hide the desire reflected in their eyes.
"I have received reports that all the frontline defenses of the Southern Front have fallen. What have you been doing all this time?" It was Daniel Cairo.
A week had passed.
It was only natural for him to feel frustrated.
Roman Dmitri was the only one who had achieved victory in battle, yet he showed no response even as the situation turned dire.
It was not his intention to undermine Roman's achievements.
However, the abrupt cut-off of communication and the events that followed naturally raised questions for those watching from afar.
Roman spoke. [I was reorganizing our forces for a week.]
"…Reorganizing your forces. I do not wish to blame your decision, which brought great achievements against the Hector Kingdom. But during that time, three defensive lines on the Southern Front fell into enemy hands. War can never be perfect, but could you not have regrouped and helped them a little faster?"
[Let me be honest.