Why are you obsessed with your fake wife? Chapter 30.2

In order to capture Count Altair as a prisoner, they had to first defeat his troops.

Fabian said he was confident in winning, so the only problem was when Count Altair hid in the fortress.

A way to break down the enemy who entered the fortress to hold out…….

When Nadia was looking down at the map in contemplation, Fabian spoke cautiously.

“Madam…”

“Yes?”

“Don't worry too much. My lord will be safe.”

What was he talking about? Nadia blinked blankly.

However, Fabian continued with a confident tone, perhaps not even noticing the signs of his puzzled Madam.

“One of my lord's skills is field command. Besides, none of our knights can beat him. So don't look so sad.”

'I didn't cry. I frowned because someone else's cake looked too big to the point that my stomach churned.'

Fabian apparently misunderstood her serious expression.

Also, he seemed to have mistakenly thought that Nadia was sad because she was worried about his husband who would be leaving for the war.

It was a foolish imagination, but it allowed Nadia to recall that she was acting to be in love with Glenn.

'Come to think of it, I'm supposed to show the greatest love of all time.'

Nadia had been so busy with work for some time that she forgot to act. She almost made a big mistake.

“Thank you, Sir Fabian.”

“Pardon? Oh, of course.”

He seemed to have mistaken her for expressing gratitude for his words of comfort. She didn't bother to correct his misunderstanding.

If Fabian hadn't reminded her, she would have committed a huge set-up error.

It was her time to act again. There would be no woman who would stay still when the man she loved was about to head to the battlefield.

Nadia raised her voice with a nervous look.

“Do you know where Glenn is? I need to go see him right away.”

“It's so nice of him to declare war at this time of year.”

“Count Altair's troops are dominated by mercenaries, so he has no need to draft the farmers.”

On a path that led to the military exercise hall.

Glenn was walking fast, talking to the Knight Commander.

A sharp grinding of teeth could be heard from the mouth of the experienced old knight.

“Those people who have no pride at all! Is this the price for the blood we sacrificed to keep the kingdom's borders safe? He has been waiting for us to get weakened after the expedition.”

Knight Commander Giscard Bernstein.

He was a senior knight who devoted his loyalty to the March of Winterfell from the era of the predecessor, and was also a close friend of the Marquis of Winterfell.

In other words, he had been a knight of the March of Winterfell for decades, meaning that he had been declared a war by Count Altair nearly ten times.

For him, the fact that he chose a farming season and declared a war immediately after the Winterfell returning from the expedition was a situation in which the spark of resentment was inevitable.

“That small fry. He didn't change at all.”

“This is the time to crush him! He will never be able to point his sword at us again.”

Glenn only smiled bitterly at the Knight Commander's rage.

How come Glenn didn't feel the same rage as the Knight Commander? He did. He, too, wanted to teach a lesson to Count Altair.

However, if the Count sensed that he was about to lose, he would lock himself with no damages in the fortress–Being angry wasn't going to change the situation.

Vallon Fortress was literally a fortress of heaven.

In an era when cannons had not yet been invented, the only way to breach such a fortress was to cause internal strife within the enemy forces or wait for their food supplies to run out.

'They're both realistically tough ways.'

The Winterfell's troops were at a disadvantage so the battle had to end quickly.

They could manage the budget for the armaments, but it was impossible to draft the people who had started farming.

However, it was an absurd strategy to have only the knights and standing forces to fight in the siege warfare.

In the end, Winterfell forces always had to come back without results even after winning the rounds.

In this situation, the Marquis's worries were not how to take down Vallon Fortress and bring the enemy to full surrender.

It was the tactics they should use to quickly defeat the enemies so that they could return quickly while minimizing the damages.

Right when Glenn was walking thinking the same worries as previous Marquis, there was a voice calling his name from the distance.

“Glenn-!”

Chapter end