“I still must protest against the notion. This is a poor idea, my Lady.”Within the main hall of Castle Elathion, several figures were assembled around a massive map.The map was detailed with the most up-to-date news on the Western oceanic warfront. It was clear from a single glance alone that what was once a bitter stalemate for both factions had developed into a one-sided battle with the Kaldreach Coalition on the losing side.Outnumbered, outmanoeuvred, and outmatched on every front, the noose was tightening around the fragmented forces of the Coalition.No… Perhaps it was more accurate to say the noose has already tightened. It was clear from the map that the scattered Coalition was doomed for eradication.“The situation has changed greatly, but our reasoning for not heading to the Slaver Isles throughout these past four years remains sound,” Captain Lauren continued. “In every aspect — manpower, political weight, or even just logistics — we utterly lack the means to sway the war in any appreciable way. This remains unchanged even now that the Coalition is losing.”“Not losing. Lost,” Deyara chuckled darkly. The elf was smiling mockingly. “Considering even this ‘up-to-date’ information is months behind the actual front, it might be likely they are all dead already. Or worse, captured.”“You’re just a ray of sunshine, aren’t you?” Bori murmured. He then sighed. “Still… Can’t say she’s wrong. And neither is Captain Kill-Joy over there. We can’t do anything. It’s way too late.”