Reincarnated Into A Dead Woman's Body In Another World

The remaining masses of strategists and officials had gathered at Tamara Palace. For today would be the final day to prepare before they would depart to the battle’s destination.

Recognizable faces entered the Council of Cravolta’s conference room one after the other, though a majority were not even council members.

Our fateful four walked to the doors all the same. Hotaru carried the utensils befitting of a ’temporary’ royal advisor. "Woah, woah, you’re not allowed in here anymore," Fumeko halted.

Asobi’s eyes bubbled, "Huh? Why!?"

"Not after your great military failure Asobi," Jotou placed a hand on her shoulder, shaking her head. "I’m sorry, you must atone for that."

Asobi grasped her own face, whimpering, "I’m, so, sorry..."

Fumeko crossed her arms, "We’re still doing this?"

"You’re right, this’s just cruel now," Hotaru sighed. "Asobi?" Asobi turned to the redhead. "There are no sandy ducks."

The magician’s face went pale in shock, her eyes widened, "There aren’t...?"

The previous meeting_

A smaller group of planners sat around a table, discussing their strategy. "We need a solid way to get across the chasms and canyons; then we have an advantage cause they won’t be expecting us to flank from around those areas."

Daiyu stared at the map of reds and browns, the plateaus of north-western Galuvit, "That’s smart and all, but we have no known way of doing that.