“We… lost?”

Harold’s face turned crimson as he heard the report. His lip twitched uncontrollably. Rage boiled up inside him, so intense that he couldn’t even speak for a moment. His mouth opened and closed, but no words came out.

“Huuuuu…”

He exhaled deeply, trying to calm his rapid breathing.

In front of him were knights and soldiers, all sitting with severe burns and injuries—looking like they might collapse at any moment.

After receiving the summary report from his tacticians, Harold couldn’t believe it, so he summoned the survivors directly.

A defeat? The army of Desmond, which prided itself on …