With only two thousand soldiers, and no prior knowledge, delving into the origin point of the calamity outbreak, facing innumerable Undead, and potentially a formidable enemy behind it.
It is indeed akin to walking into a trap, not to mention this gamble with death, whether there's even a sliver of a chance for success.
Even if the heroes beside him miraculously achieved the unfathomable and successfully escorted him and Lola to the Rolannar Great Temple, no one would have survived in the end.
This almost nonexistent success rate, coupled with disproportionate sacrifice, is something Leon cannot bear.
Reality is not a game; there are no re-dos. Neither the lives of comrades, warriors nor his own can be squandered recklessly like this.
"How progresses Count Lunaf's recruitment?" Leon looked up and asked Azeryan.
"The Baldim family has already conscripted six thousand militia from the populace, who are being trained on the North Shore."