Next, Nalant began making urgent preparations for his trip to Sacred City.
Then, on the day of his departure, a merchant caravan from the Sacred Alliance Empire finally brought news that the Divine Kingdoms had spread.
Upon learning this news, Nalant became one hundred percent certain of the Divine Kingdoms' scheme.
Yet even so, it still did not make Nalant abandon his intention to rescue them.
"My lord, with the Divine Kingdoms publicizing this so heavily, they've clearly made it known that they want to lure you to Sacred City, haven't they?"
In the castle dining hall, Nalant was eating breakfast.
Quick, who had heard the news, hurried over to the table.
Ignoring the castle's rules, he kept chattering away while Nalant was eating.
Clearly, even Quick knew that this trip to Sacred City would be dangerous.
Deep down, he too did not want his lord to take such a risk.
For the sake of a mere five thousand people, honestly, they truly were not worth more than his lord.
Yet Nalant continued eating unhurriedly, without immediately giving his opinion.
Only after finishing the last piece of roasted meat did Nalant take a napkin and wipe his mouth.
"Quick, since they think they have us in the palm of their hand, then let them give it a try."
"Let's see whether they'll be stunned when the time comes, or whether we'll fall into their trap!"
With that, Nalant rose to his feet.
"Let's go, Quick!"
After saying that, Nalant walked out of the dining hall without looking back.
Quick raised his head and exchanged a look with Thomas.
Both men's eyes revealed helplessness.
In the end, Quick could only follow him to the front courtyard.
"Let's go. Depart at once!"
Looking at the already-disguised caravan in the front courtyard, Nalant