[Human, why hast thou disturbed my slumber...]
Falan: "...You're awake already? Don't tell me I actually woke it up by making noise?"
Of course, he could not put it that way. After all, the other party was an ultra-class Danger Beast.
Falan: "I am Isaac Stamp, general stationed in the Empire's north."
[The Empire? Ah, those little ones from back then did seem to call themselves Imperials.]
The words made the two people besides Falan tremble. After all, the First Emperor had expended countless troops and resources to create the current forty-eight Imperial Arms.
The exact cost in manpower and effort had been recorded in history.
Yet the Empire's once-powerful army had been called little ones—and might even have been defeated by this creature in the past.
They could not help feeling nervous. There were two Imperial Arms users here, and Falan in particular was beyond standard.
[Then what business brings thee here of thy own accord?]
Milok hurried over. "It's like this, Lord Dreamveil. In recent years, Danger Beasts from your 'Danger Beast gathering ground' have continuously been heading outward, already affecting the Empire's borders."
[Them? They merely gathered around me of their own accord because of the energy I unconsciously released in my sleep. I truly cannot control them.]
Falan: ...I only learned this ultra-class Danger Beast's name after receiving part of the memories. I never expected the Four Guardian Families to have such influence. Perhaps the ancestors of the Four Guardian Families were among those little ones back then?
Milok: "Just as Lord Dreamveil said, we simply do not know why they would take the initiative to leave. Generally speaking, don't Danger Beasts all have territorial instincts? Unless something major happens, they would not leave casually."
[That is related to me. I am Dreamveil. Though Dreamveils spend