"Those bastards fled in fear of punishment yesterday because they failed to guard the Manor properly!
You knew he was a scoundrel and still chose to believe him. I say you're hopelessly foolish too!"
Hus gave a cold, mocking laugh, but secretly pondered the strange circumstances.
He realized that the situation had spiraled completely beyond his control, and a powerful unease welled up inside him.
"Th-this..."
Old David had never imagined that the "truth" would turn out like this.
Could Father Lynn be deliberately trying to frighten them?
Had he really been deceived by that scoundrel?
Even if the Beastfolk raided the town, couldn't Lord Hus put up a staunch defense and resist them?
"Then do we still need to leave town..."
"There's still fog in the forest. It's not exactly safe either... right?"
"The lord still needs our rent and taxes. They have a duty to protect us! They can't just ignore us..."
Explosive Wolf, who had been standing silently behind Hus, finally couldn't help muttering under his breath:
"Damn it, these bastards who serve the nobles can brag even better than those damn Dwarves."
Seeing the townspeople hesitate and waver, Hus realized they clearly did not fully believe what he had said.
But unlike before, they no longer seemed united against a common enemy, ready to take up arms at the slightest provocation.
It didn't matter. He had never expected to earn the trust of these lowly commoners.
Because he knew these people very well.
They were always so lucky-minded, timid, and numb...
As long as they failed to unite, the slightest wavering would be enough to destroy their confidence.
But just as he was about to let out a sigh of relief and consider the reasons behind everything,
a gentle woman's voice rang in everyone's ears:
"Excuse