This army that had followed Matron Cynthia to the surface was made up of the Knosolis Tribe's elite. Those who had survived the upheaval at Bersuvi Castle were the elite among the elite.
As long as they put their minds to it, capturing a few Remnant scouts was naturally effortless.
The Drow Elves had exceeded Cecilia's expectations. In return, batch after batch of the new Plague Bane medicine was delivered to the Drow Elves' camp. The two sides got along remarkably well, almost like one big family.
White Stone City, City Lord's Manor.
Nightfall.
"City Lord, the final batch of medicine was delivered to the Drow Elves' camp as promised today," Knight Captain Tim reported.
"Understood."
Cecilia sat in an ornate reclining chair, quietly flipping through a book. It contained anecdotes and curious tales about the Underworld.
The Empire's aid, along with the arrival of masters from every trade, had brought changes visible to the naked eye. The City Lord's Manor had once been utterly barren. Even its tables and chairs had been crude and undecorated; how could it have possessed such an exquisite, comfortable reclining chair?
Tim hesitated, as though he wanted to speak but held himself back.
Cecilia looked up. "If you have something to say, say it."
"My lady, I feel that we may be trusting the Drow Elves too much. The Plague Bane medicine was our only means of restraining them... Now that we have used that card, it is hard to say whether the Drow Elves will still cooperate with us against the Lord of Plagues and the Remnants."
Cecilia nodded. "I know that very well. However, Dio has already made preparations, so you need not worry..."
Before she could finish, a thunderous rumble shook the ground.
Hasty footsteps approached. Before Knight Captain Marco