Javier's eyes widened, and he shot up from his seat, his chair scraping against the floor. "No. I don't agree to this."
Garius raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms as he leaned back with a knowing smirk. "Oho? And why is that, Javier?"
Javier exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "I never doubt my brother's talent, or General Hesbeirn's capability, or even our army's strength. I believe our soldiers, especially equipped with all the advanced magic modern weapons, assault rifles, barrier-enhanced gear, and supported by our healers with modern medical tools and healing magic, will ensure minimal to no casualties. Our forces are more than capable of handling this mission."
Garius's smirk widened, his eyes narrowing with amusement. "Then why do you object?"
