Listening to his father's words, Azuhan suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.
For the first time, he felt they might not win this war.
"Father, can we win?" Azuhan looked towards Harash, seeking a glimmer of consolation.
But Harash shook his head.
"I don't know, but we can make the war develop in a direction where we can win."
As he spoke, Harash pulled out a sheet of white paper from his robe pocket.
In the Red Sun World, paper was generally made from a plant called the Earth Fire Tree, which produced red paper. If one wanted a white sheet, it had to go through numerous complicated processes, making it very troublesome to produce.
But precisely because of this, white paper was used by the Fire Lizard Nobles.
Yet Azuhan noticed something different about Harash's white paper; at its edge seemed to be a hint of gold.
"My son, although your wisdom is not yet sufficient to keep you alive on the frontline, the Morick Empire is not limited to a single battlefield."
