The deputy couldn’t help but feel a surge of relief and joy at seeing his commander, Felix, genuinely smiling—a rare sight. Yet, at the same time, he found himself unable to understand the reason behind it.

“But won’t we still have to endure heavy losses on our side...?”

Clashing with the elite forces of prominent northern families was a dangerous proposition. The deputy knew full well the strength of Harald’s Black Moon Knights, and even with the airships, dealing with Ragnar alone was already an overwhelming challenge. It was this reality that made Felix’s smile so puzzling.

“Why should we bear such losses?” Felix asked, cutting him off with a raised finger.

“What...? But aren’t we here to ensure peace in the north—?”

Again, Felix interrupted, his tone calm and decisive.

“There’s no need for that. The presence of the airships alone will suffice. Send a missive to the Imperial Court.”