At the same time, inside the Hand of the King's residence, Nalga had just received a message by carrier pigeon from Fisher. After learning what had happened, he naturally understood why the other party had refused to continue sending troops, following the wisdom of the Hand of the King.
Indeed, continuing to send troops did not serve the other party's interests.
But for the sake of their Smith Kingdom's interests, he still had to reach an agreement with the other party as much as possible and convince them to continue sending troops to assist them, even if it meant making them pay a sufficient "reward."
The crux of the matter, put bluntly, was profit. As long as the benefits outweighed the risks—or managed to tempt the other party—then this matter could still be negotiated.
However, Nalga knew all too well that Fisher did not possess that ability. For that reason, he might have to make the trip personally.
Just as Nalga was thinking this, a commotion suddenly came from the distance. He vaguely seemed to hear someone shouting something.
This inexplicably filled Nalga with a powerful sense of unease. He hurriedly rose from the desk piled high with official documents, pushed open the window, and looked outside.
In the next second, a blaze in the distance entered his line of sight!
"That's... the castle?!"
Gripping the windowsill with both hands, Nalga's eyes bulged wide as he shouted repeatedly...
"Someone! Someone, come quickly! Go confirm what happened over at the castle!"
Before his voice had even faded, however, a somewhat abrupt voice rang out inside the room.
"There is no need for that. If you want to know, I can tell you directly."
Nalga's heart jolted when he heard this.
"Who are you? What did you do?"
Steadying his emotions, Nalga