A Ruler's Wisdom ( 284 )

Garius held the letter between his fingers, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he contemplated the Demon Kingdom's power.

"The Demon Kingdom possesses nearly a million troops," he mused. Ogres, Oni, and countless other demon races—massive, brutal warriors built for berserker-style combat. Their magic? Overwhelming. Their sheer physical strength? Unmatched.

Yet—Garius smirked. "Not as good as her."

He casually pointed toward Francesca. The elegant countess didn't even flinch, calmly sipping her tea.

Eridith, however, snorted and muttered under her breath, "I'd have to agree…"

Francesca simply smiled, but the way she set her teacup down with perfect precision made it clear she had heard them.

Garius leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. "Let's just say, if the Armand region were to fall… I don't think the rest of the kingdom would be ready for a full-scale war."