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The suggestion garnered nods of agreement. Until now, Elonia had avoided venturing onto the plains out of fear of enemy attacks. However, having regained control of the area near the fortresses, implementing traps seemed feasible.

General Louis of Lania added his thoughts. "We could dig deep pits and camouflage them with grass or embed spikes in the ground to injure their horses. These methods would effectively slow them down."

Another general proposed, "For better defense, we could construct mobile barricades."

The ideas seemed sound. Michael nodded in agreement and presented his plan.

"All of these strategies are worth pursuing. Additionally, I propose using the remaining fortresses as bases to disrupt the enemy's movements. We could form special task forces to conduct guerrilla raids and cut off their supply lines."

The concept of a special operations unit, a modern military strategy, captivated the generals.

"These task forces would consist of highly mobile elite soldiers capable of penetrating enemy lines. Generals, please select capable knights and soldiers from your ranks and assemble them at the fortress training grounds this afternoon," Michael instructed.

He met the eyes of those present as he continued. "While strength is important, adaptability is crucial for this mission. Since the operations will require high levels of autonomy, I ask that you choose your candidates carefully."

After emphasizing the importance of selecting suitable personnel, Michael turned to the subject of traps.

"We'll have mages handle the installation of traps. These won't merely impede the enemy but will also predict and manipulate their movements."

He concluded by stressing the importance of collaboration. "We'll need the help of soldiers familiar with the terrain. By combining the knowledge of local soldiers with the expertise of mages, we can maximize the effectiveness of our traps."

The meeting continued in earnest. Although the crown princes of various kingdoms were absent, their absence was inconsequential. They were symbolic figures at best, offering little to the actual war effort.

The thought of Randolph lingered in Michael's mind, stirring unease. If Randolph succumbed to Elonia's tactics, the political ramifications could become complex.

Still, Michael shook off his concerns. Such matters were for Charles V and the queen to worry about, not him. His priority was securing victories on the battlefield.

If the war dragged on, bringing him more opportunities to achieve merit, there would be no downside to that.

After the meeting, the commanders and officers gathered for a meal. In the spirit of conserving supplies, the buffet featured repurposed dishes from the previous night's banquet.

Michael selected a plate of honey-glazed ham and took a seat. As the savory sweetness coated his palate, a burly middle-aged man approached and sat across from him.

It was Count Demonic, a general from the Kingdom of Elonia. He greeted Michael with a broad smile.

"Does Elonia's cuisine suit your taste?"

"Yes, it's excellent. Thank you for the meal," Michael replied, dabbing his mouth with a napkin.

Count Demonic waved dismissively at Michael's formal manners.

"No need for such formality. You're the true hero of this victory, and while it's not official yet, you're practically our supreme commander already."

Michael offered a modest smile and a slight bow. Humility, regardless of rank, was a trait that only benefited him.

"You flatter me. I still lack experience and will need much guidance."
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He avoided outright denying the possibility of assuming command. While maintaining humility, Michael ensured his position remained secure.

Count Demonic chuckled and took a sip of wine. "I'm sure you've heard that our kingdom plans to grant titles and land to those who lead the frontlines to victory?"

"Of course. But I understand that it's premature to discuss such matters when the war isn't over yet," Michael replied, his tone firm.

There was no reason to entertain talk of accepting a title from Elonia at this stage. Doing so might only create unnecessary complications and expose him to political vulnerabilities.

"I see what you mean. Don't worry, I wasn't trying to pressure you," Count Demonic said with a friendly laugh before leaning closer and lowering his voice. "But tell me… Do you have a lady you're promised to?"

Michael stifled a sigh, immediately recognizing the Count's true motive.

"Ha, my marriage is a matter for my father and grandfather to decide. I have no say in it," he replied with a polite smile.

"A young man like you must have a type, though?" the Count pressed.

Michael kept his composure. "I'm quite traditional. I leave such decisions to my family. Personal preferences have no place in such matters."

Realizing his persistence was futile, the Count clicked his tongue in disappointment. He had hoped to secure a promising son-in-law with a bright future but found Michael unyielding. Most men would have at least humored the conversation, but Michael allowed no room for negotiation.

As Michael continued enjoying his meal, the discussion shifted to lighter topics, particularly regarding military strategy. For a fleeting moment, the image of Princess Astrid crossed his mind. Probably because she's the only woman I really know, he thought, dismissing the notion.

Two days passed as soldiers worked tirelessly to set traps across the plains and construct mobile barricades. Reinforcements from other regions began to trickle in, bolstering Elonia's forces.

However, the reinforcements failed to impress. Elonia's soldiers, accustomed to Michael's elite troops, found the new arrivals underwhelming.

Meanwhile, Prince Randolph inexplicably insisted on inspecting the entire army. His demands left General Louis and Duke Capone scrambling to dissuade him.

"Your Highness, not all units have fully assembled, and the plains are riddled with traps. If the troops march out now, they might damage the traps we just laid," Duke Capone explained carefully, trying to calm the prince.

General Louis interjected, "No noble would support such a proposal under these circumstances."

Prince Randolph's eyes flared with indignation, interpreting the general's words as a slight against his authority. Duke Capone shot a glare at the tactless general.

Great, just when I was soothing him, you pour oil on the fire.

Duke Capone hastily added, "Please, Your Highness, don't be upset. This isn't a matter of ignoring your orders. The nobles who brought their troops here have their own rights and responsibilities. Forcing an inspection without sufficient reason could be seen as an insult."