"He has entered the city?"
The man holding silver-framed glasses, who was wiping them, turned his head to look at the young military officer beside him and spoke in a low voice.
"Yes,"
The young officer nodded gently, lifted his hand, and projected the scene of the blood-drenched figure at the city gate in front of the man, whispering, "He created a time difference, we originally thought he wanted to run northwards, but unexpectedly he went straight into the city; we did not stop him."
With this, his expression darkened slightly, and he continued with some dissatisfaction, "The City Defense Army of Minte City actually let him in directly, don't they understand why we asked them to close the gates?"
"General Owai of Minte City's City Defense Army is like a wallflower, indecisive,"
