"I see." Laine understood.
The undead don't have to worry about human resources or materials. These tireless creatures can indefinitely reinforce the castle. The knights are inherently poor at siege tactics, and Brittania, being a country with mediocre relations with the dwarves and lacking artillery, faces such a fortress where the knights can only return with nothing achieved.
"Speaking of which, when did the Blood Red Duke appear, and why did he earn such a title? Why does he claim to be one of Brittania's royal heirs?" Laine had every right to ask, given his status.
Lake God Witch Mogiana turned her head to glance at Laine, a flash crossing her emerald eyes: "The true name of the Blood Red Duke has been sealed by the Lady, but regardless, he is a genuine duke — Duke of Aquitaine."
Francois and Bodric, the two dukes, remained silent. Clearly, they knew the story, but the Lake God Witch was more suited as the storyteller.
