دانلود رمان انگلیسی “دختر مرگ و تیغ آبنوس” – جلد. 5

The Helios Knights had suffered an unthinkable defeat at the Battle of Nobis. Since then, three months had passed, and Major General Oscar Remnand, Chief of General Staff of the Helios Knights, paid a visit to the workroom of Field Marshal Gladden to make his report on recent events. “The Eighth Legion, under the command of Death God Olivia, engaged the armies of Northern Perscilla, the Twelfth City of the United City-States of Sutherland, and repelled their invasion into Fernest’s domains.” The shimmers from the imperial army’s intelligence division had reported that the Northern Perscillan Army had lost around eighty percent of its soldiers. Their military capabilities would be crippled. Gladden listened to Oscar’s report before reaching for the wooden box in which he kept his cigarettes. “I suppose they saw our momentary retreat as an opportunity to invade Fernest and grabbed it…” he mused. “That was rash.” “Rather than a consensus decision by the United City-States, it appears that the Twelfth City has a propensity for acting independently. Though it is undeniable that it was rash.” Gladden blew out a mouthful of smoke and snorted with laughter. “I’m sure they thought they could run off with the bone. This’ll be a good lesson for them,” he said, then his face grew serious. “So the Death God has her own army at last. That can be nothing other than a threat.” Oscar looked at Gladden curiously as the marshal heaved a deep sigh. He sensed there was more to it than concern over Death God Olivia. “Is there something on your mind, Lord Marshal?” he inquired. Gladden didn’t reply at once. Eventually, he took out an envelope from a drawer, tossed it down on the desk, and gestured sharply with his chin. Oscar interpreted this as an order to read it. “Excuse me,” he said, picking up the envelope and opening it to find it written in Felix’s flowing hand. He read in silence, his frown growing unwittingly deeper with every sentence.