The successive advancements of Legends and Demigods sent countless ripples through the Magic Web. Ordinary people found them hard to detect, but they could not escape the notice of those who dwelled within the Magic Web.
On October 18th, one week after Halcala's advancement, the Beastmen camp west of Iowa Valley was a scene of bustling activity.
Three relatively independent earthen structures, each with a base twenty meters square, were being built jointly by the Human Race and Herbivore Tribe Beastmen. From a wooden watchtower beside the construction site, Honnier Gallop, acting as overseer, watched the entire worksite.
Near noon, the mage Pinketo ran up the tower carrying an exquisite lacquered lunchbox.
The moment he saw Honnier, Pinketo put on a fawning smile. "Chief, I ran into Lord Sist White Wolf just now. He asked me to ask you—how many more days until these three platforms are finished?"
"Mm, probably another ten days." Honnier opened the lunchbox and answered casually. Then she caught sight of Pinketo's rather ugly expression and knew Sist must have put him under immense pressure. She added, "Don't worry. I'll explain it to him myself later."
"Wonderful, wonderful!" Pinketo nodded like a pecking chicken. "Please eat quickly, Chief. You still have to supervise the infantry regiment's training this afternoon!"
The mage picked up the lunchbox lid and carefully fanned the female knight.
"Our infantry regiment really has it rough—building earthworks, mining, and training, one after another! If only Toloniz would settle down a little!"
Honnier glanced at Pinketo without making her stance clear. She merely asked calmly, "How are things with Toloniz? Does he need more manpower?"
"No need for that. Lord Sist assigned him several Herbivore Tribe settlements a few days ago, specifically to station themselves in the north." At the mention of his former