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--- Sacred King Calendar, Month 9, Year 216 ---
-- Castle Jukes, Round Table Room --Vaynard and Guinglain are seated across from each other within the dimly lit confines of the Round Table Room of Castle Jukes. The last vestiges of a burrowing snowstorm rage from outside the safety of the cold stone castle walls. The fires upon the darkened candles within the room blow back and forth at the mercy of the howling wind circling outside.
Long silver hair shimmering in the darkness, the youthful "Silver Knight" of Norgard turns his head from the outdoor icy storm towards the direction of his liege.
"Now that you've been informed... What are you going to do?"
The young king of the country of tigers and wolves chuckled.
(What am I going to do? What a wolf do when an oppurtunity such as this arises?)
"I'm going to attack, Guinglain."
"Attack?"
"Yes. Now that Iscalio has fallen, Zemekis will now divert his attention to the country of Leonia. With his forces spread out from central to south-eastern Forsena, his northern defense will have surely weakened."
Exhuming a sense of great calm and sophistication upon his face, Guinglain leaned back upon his chair, the sheen of his armor glinting in the moonlight.
"What makes you think Zemekis won't attack us instead?"
Vaynard shook his head. "Our spies have reported a massing of forces at the Hadrian border. Besides, Zemekis' armies may be vast, but they are still too few to launch a consecutive two front war."
"Hmmm..."
"Zemekis will not risk invading Caerleon or New Almekia just yet. Attacking either of them at this point will only provoke the forces of noth countries. Zemekis, as capable a general and formidable a warrior as himself, will still have a difficult time repelling an entire westward invasion. No, in either case, New Almekia will attack. That boy, that young prince Lance will have sensed the weakening in the western defenses and will most likely lanch a campaign eastward towards the capital. Whether or not Caerleon will follow just yet remains to be seen."
"I see." Guinglain looked thoroughly impressed.
"Zemekis knows that Leonia is trapped between our Eastern Forces and his own invasion force. He'll grind Leonia into the ground before he decides to either invade us, if he deems us a major enough threat, or Caerleon." Vaynard paused to gather his composure.
Guinglain leaned forward in anticipation. "Who will lead the attack on Leonia?"
Vaynard paused to think for a moment. His eyes absently scanning the darkened room as if the stone walls and his beloved Caladbolg halberd that stood on a rack in the corner as if they alone could provide him the answer. Finally, as if satisfied with his answer, he began. "Esclados for sure. The old shogun is still within the Iscalio vicinity and Zemekis will waste no time calling him back to the capital in order to dispatch another. As for the others... I am not too sure..."
"The Priest Knight Corps?"
"No." Vaynard shook his head. "The Priest Knight Corps would be at a disadvantage in Leonia. Their holy powers would only prolong what Zemekis predicts will be a short campaign. No, he'll send others instead."
Guinglain smiled. "Your logic is sound my lord. It is fortunate that this country has you at its head to lead us."
"Sometimes I think you could do a better job my friend."
Guinglain smiled again and turned his head to the now softly billowing snowflakes caressing the outside window pane.
"Perhaps. Perhaps not. In any case, I believe I still serve you best- and this country best as the 'Silver Knight.'"
Vaynard chuckled.
Facing Vaynard once more, the handsome knight exhaled a cloud of cold air. "So... how are we going to plan this attack?"