(Bonus chapter for "Who else is going to fight me for her?"—3/5)
Outside the Filthy Swamp, the women of the Silver Moon's Pride Guild had gathered at a temporary camp south of the Maginot Line, waiting for their allies to arrive.
It was lunchtime, and the food Little Ashina had picked up from the small restaurant run by Brother Star-Soul Eagle in Scarlet Castle had gone cold. No matter. She'd asked Lumina the bard to cast Burning Hands, and now Lumina was holding two metal lunch tins in her hands to heat the food back up.
Lumina was deeply unhappy with this "job."
She was an elegant bard and a formidable half-elf ranger, yet these foolish humans were making an elf do this for them?
Unfortunately, the other women didn't sympathize with her complaints. While they waited for the food to warm up, they were discussing the team's next steps.
"The guys on the north and west fronts are doing great. Now the pressure's on us, so we have to pick up the pace!"
Madam Shui was sorting through combat potions and various spellcasting materials in the tent. She spoke to Orchid and Pomegranate beside her.
"I heard the students, who are full of energy, have already taken six watchposts and pushed their influence into the outer defenses of Plaguebane Town. I saw on the forums that the warlocks from the Demon Eight have started trying to use command scepters to dispel low-level undead. Going by their strategy, those students might really become the first guild to march on Plaguebane Town.
Brother Bar seems to be taking his time and training new recruits, but yesterday afternoon, when I went to the West Ke Gun Shop in Scarlet Castle to pick out a weapon for self-defense, I overheard Countess Sharon's attendant