Melis finished her meditation. Her depleted Magic Power and Spiritual Power had recovered considerably. She opened her eyes and surveyed the simple main hall of the camp.
It was quite crude, like the castle of a destitute Baron.
In terms of defensive strength, West Wind Hill was not as formidable as Watchtower Castle.
However, if war broke out, the battlefield was bound to be at Watchtower Castle, not here.
There was no point in discussing the adequacy of West Wind Hill's defenses.
'Ridder is the Commander here, and he's left the camp. It must be for something urgent.'
She easily surmised that the Oduin Kingdom was likely preparing to take military action.
After all, given the Tricia Kingdom's recent troubles, she wouldn't have let this opportunity slip by either, had she been in command.
As she was mulling this over, she suddenly felt her heart clench, an inexplicable tightness filling her chest.
