Lucien could understand if Arthur had claimed Keldoria might survive an invasion. Barely. With bruises and blood, perhaps. That much, while laughably optimistic, still hovered within the realm of possibility.
But to claim that Keldoria could win and even defeat Chronos?
That wasn't just madness.
That was suicide dressed in royal silk.
Lucien struggled to suppress the urge to scoff. The difference between their nations wasn't a gap—it was a canyon. Chronos had a population ten times the size of Keldoria. Its military was a professional, disciplined, and armed with knight, mages and much more advance siege weapon that had crushed rebellions and rival kingdoms for over a century. Keldoria, on the other hand, had only recently restructured its military from a fractured, feudal mess into something barely resembling a national force. Arthur Tesla's reforms might have impressed his court, but against Chronos? They would be dust in the wind.
