A burst of hurried footsteps sounded outside the court.
Quintus ran breathlessly, his face covered in sweat and excitement. He rushed directly into the palace, shouting towards the opulent banquet inside: "Your Majesty! A great victory!"
"The Empire has triumphed over the Huns!"
"Countless casualties among the 500,000 Hun army!"
Clang.
The sound of a wine cup falling to the ground echoed as Valentinian III, who was lying in the arms of a beauty, instantly stood up, his expression extremely excited, and hurriedly ran towards the newly arrived Quintus.
Quintus's physical condition was lacking.
He had ridden from the military camp and was already too exhausted to speak smoothly. He quickly picked up a wine cup and drank it in one go, then flushed with excitement, his voice hoarse: "Your Majesty."
"Duncan, Governor of the Province of Britannia, led the Empire's elite cavalry to rout the Hun forces!"
"Subsequently pursued and beheaded Attila, God's Whip, near Paris!"
