Ratifa looked a bit embarrassed. "Yes, that's about their level of strength," she explained, "but there are so many of them. Every time a battle breaks out, tens of thousands of enemies appear."
Henry curled his lip. 'Tens of thousands? So what if it was a hundred thousand? My army could probably take on a hundred thousand Inferior Horned Beasts without me even needing to join the fight.'
He had always thought his heavy armor forces were on par with the Empire's elite standing Legions. He never expected the Empire's armies to be this "bad."
The tips of Ratifa's ears turned a little red. It was hard to tell if it was from the cold or from the shame of Henry's questioning.
'Come to think of it, it's true. They have several Imperial Legions and so many armies from the nobility, yet the front line has been stalled at the border for ages.'
Comparing goods reveals which to discard; comparing people is enough to make one die of shame.
