Outside Black Card Fortress, five young men and women sat on the ground in a circle, their faces filled with the relief of having survived a disaster.
"Yulick, why do you think the Black Asia Orcs didn't attack this place? Their numbers clearly outnumber those in the fortress several times over," a woman asked quietly, tightening the black cloth over her face.
The Black-haired Youth, who was wiping his longsword, paused at her words. Recalling the Shia Beastman Warriors kneeling earlier, he replied, "Maybe there's an important figure inside this fortress."
"What kind of important figure...?"
"Enough. Someone's coming."
The thin young man leaning against the wall spotted a Shia Beastman Warrior approaching their corner and warned them.
Seeing this, the woman in the black cloth immediately shut her mouth and buried her question in her heart.
The Silver Low-Tier Shia Beastman came to the corner, looked over the five of them, and finally fixed his gaze on the Black-haired Youth.
"What is your name?"
The Black-haired Youth sheathed his longsword, then rose to his feet and replied, "Greetings, sir. My name is Yulick, and I am the captain of this squad."
Seeing how sincere he was, the Silver Low-Tier Shia Beastman's cold expression softened slightly. "An important figure wishes to see you. Follow me. I'll take you to wash up first."
"We have a mage in our party, so there's no need to trouble you."
Behind the Black-haired Youth, the short-haired woman raised her staff and cast a cleansing spell on all six people, including the Silver Low-Tier Shia Beastman Warrior, removing the sand and dust from their bodies.
Feeling the cool sensation, the Silver Low-Tier Shia Beastman Warrior developed a measure of goodwill toward these humans.
"Follow me. I'll tell you a few things to keep in mind