"Nothing unusual at the border, right?" Roland asked, looking at Caslo.
"..." Caslo, who had been separated from Ajax for less than two days, stood with his arms folded, his mind wandering far away. His eyes were full of confusion and blankness.
"Hey! General Caslo!" Roland hurled the bread in his hand at Caslo.
Smack! Caslo moved with his hand before his mind could react, casually catching the bread Roland had thrown.
"Wasting food is shameful, Your Majesty!" Caslo said instinctively, looking at the bread in his hand.
"...I asked whether there was anything going on at the border. What the hell were you listening to?" Roland's eye twitched a few times. Was this guy even listening to him?
"Huh? Ah! Oh, oh, oh! Everything is normal at the border!" Caslo immediately bowed.
"That's good. Looks like those Orcs didn't intend to pursue our people!" Roland said in relief.
"What? Pursue them?" Caslo was dumbfounded. How many Orcs would it take to swallow a force of tens of thousands? The Orcs were not idiots! Grand Duke Ocrean Yaso's response had also been flawless. He had clenched his fist and struck first, stunning the Orc vanguard, then slaughtered every Orc they encountered along the way! In the end, the Orcs had never even figured out the true strength of this human force. It was called an army, but its numbers were inflated to a terrifying degree. Even so, that did not mean Grand Duke Ocrean Yaso's force of tens of thousands could simply be kneaded and crushed by any Orcs they pleased!
The Orcs should be grateful they had not launched a direct assault on that refugee force. Otherwise, a counterattack while the force was still in good condition would have shattered a few of their teeth! Even against remnants, the