Komer stared blankly at the map in front of him. The once mighty Kingdom of Nicosia had now been reduced to this fragmented state outlined by dotted lines: the beastmen-controlled zone in the northwest, Silesia to the north, Galle in the center, the Cartin and Godeburg controlled areas to the south, plus his own territory to the east, forming this somewhat bizarre pattern.
It seemed that the beastmen were also tired; although Komer had always suspected that they could easily take down Cartin, Godeburg, and even the Silesian controlled area, the beastmen appeared to be content with their current situation, as if capturing Jazair, the royal city, satisfied them. Of course, to the beastmen, the glory of a Jazair was far greater than any other place, but Komer didn't believe that their chiefs came just for glory—they were not knights.