Ethan stayed in the study sorting through documents until the afternoon. Handing things over to the expeditionary force involved more than just talking. He had to thoroughly document Brookwood Town's geography, the cases of Evil God worship that had occurred there, and any intelligence that might be related, then deliver it to the commander of the expeditionary force.
They could joke around all they wanted, but this was a matter of life and death.
How should they lay their traps? How should they deploy their forces? Where should they make their last stand?
Every decision would determine the fate of the expeditionary force and Brookwood Town itself. If the ambush failed, no one could guarantee that Dream Erosion wouldn't turn its anger on the town. Judging by what he'd read in the Gryphon Daily, if they set their sights on Brookwood Town, Riverside Town would become a cautionary tale.
But the farther Ethan got, the more deeply his brow furrowed.
They knew nothing about the two members of Dream Erosion—not their identities, ranks, or paths, or even which Evil God they worshipped. Their only intelligence was a tip from an informant that two members of Dream Erosion had arrived at the Empire's border.
It wasn't a good sign.
If Ethan were one of the Empire's top officials, he'd never rush to mobilize such a large expeditionary force with so little intelligence. With all the commotion they were causing along the way, it was impossible not to alert their targets.
But in reality, he was nobody. He was just an E-Class Investigator at the Containment Bureau's Brookwood Town Base Station. The Empire's leaders didn't even know he existed. All he could do was add his concerns to the end of the report and hope the expeditionary commander was a wise decision-maker