Arthur emerged from 'Ais Te's' residence with a bellyful of fury.
'Ais Te' had refused Arthur's proposal to "borrow" the Mithril Warriors for battle with absolute firmness. She explicitly pointed out that the Mithril Warriors were her private military force, her private property. Not to mention that Arthur had not yet married her—even if she did marry him in the future, a husband had no right to lay hands on his wife's private assets.
Lured to the point of drooling by the full fifty thousand Mithril Warriors, Arthur angrily stormed back to headquarters. Countless matters still awaited his attention, leaving him frantic with worry. The dead and wounded junior and mid-ranking officers needed replacements appointed; the new recruits' weak combat ability and organization that shattered at the first touch had to be strengthened; the fallen soldiers needed to be cremated collectively, and the wounded needed treatment.
Even more headache-inducing was the fact that vast quantities of supplies had been burned in the successive attacks. The troops following behind would have to bring over even more food and provisions.
But the greatest problem before them remained—the Abyss creatures' reinforcements had drawn near, establishing a camp twenty miles away. Although those reinforcements numbered only one-fiftieth of Arthur's legion, given the Abyss creatures' combat strength far beyond that of ordinary humans, as well as their commander's unfathomable command ability, this force was more than enough to give Arthur a headache.
The one thing Arthur could be thankful for was that the enemy had not taken advantage of the chaos in his army to launch an attack. Instead, they had assumed the posture of settling in for a long stay twenty miles away. Every one of those demons was a capable mage. Working together, they had raised a towering wall from sand and stone