Wendy had recently kept feeling as though she had forgotten something.
She was still young, nowhere near the age for pathological forgetfulness.
It was probably because she had been far too busy lately—
First, she had confirmed the survivors' identities, recorded them on the roster, properly settled them into a community, and helped them relocate.
Then, to find any remaining food supplies, she had gone to a village in the north and spent her own money to buy some rye to transport back to the outpost.
Once the outpost survivors had been properly settled, she had stomped heavily through the streets every night so the people nearby would know someone was patrolling for them—
Several days without rest had left her nerves somewhat exhausted.
But her spirits were still fairly high.
Though saying so seemed like reopening these survivors' wounds and making light of their suffering, it was thanks to the disaster they had endured that she did not find this adventure too dull.
"But what exactly did I forget?"
Leaning against the tavern steps and finally catching her breath, Wendy hesitantly looked toward Hubble Hall, the young—at least, young-looking—Halfling.
At some point, a white dove had perched on his shoulder. It was now continuously writing something on a piece of bark.
"What are you writing?" Wendy asked.
"A reply." Hubble Hall rubbed his wild, explosive hair.
"A reply to the Lord Alliance?"
"The Lord Alliance's response was delivered directly to my ear through [Message Spell]—more precisely, I used a Message Spell to report the outpost's situation to my family. My family then contacted the Public Lord of Dragon Gold City, and the people there notified the entire Lord Alliance."
At that, Hubble Hall suddenly gave a bitter smile. "And Kandelian's punishment has already been announced in every region. They