In the end, Sikell was still brought to the frontline by Marquis Coruas. As a prince, he could forget about retreating to the rear.
There was no choice, the two were now deeply bound together, and Sikell had to bear the consequences of everything he did. So, even if it meant pushing him into a corner, Marquis Coruas had to ensure Sikell grew up.
He couldn't remain as ignorant as before, expecting everything to go smoothly without understanding how things worked.
If he died, then so be it; perhaps that way, he'd finally be free and even more at ease.
After all, as a lord, he had significant authority and power. The empire couldn't meddle with his territory.
Being a lord meant great rights and strength; the empire couldn't interfere with his domain.
"Where have those Undead Mages reached now?"
An underling replied immediately, "They are here, about to enter the ravine area." Marquis Coruas looked at the map, frowning; he had not expected these Undead Mages to move so fast.