Relying on the strength of his fortress, the Baron of Ximira Castle had never bothered to expand his army, nor had he taken their training seriously.
He merely maintained a force of a few hundred soldiers, all of them far from elite, like a nobleman living in a bygone era.
For the day-to-day patrols and protection of the affiliated villages and farms, he relied on the Militia organized by his subjects. The Baron of Ximira Castle wouldn't even consider deploying his army unless a large bandit force appeared.
The officers and the minister immediately left the castle keep to muster all the soldiers and subjects within the walls.
Inside the castle study, the Baron of Ximira Castle sat in his chair, his face ashen. He had just heard a report on his defensive capabilities, and his heart was heavy.
He had originally believed the fortress's sturdy walls were enough to repel any foe, but it now seemed he had been far too optimistic.
