Rakoff's Face Full of Question Marks

"Miss Stella, the battle here is over, but I wonder how the noble heirs in the valley ahead are doing now! Should we go over and investigate?" Seeing Stella's expression, Nalant, who had been through several life-and-death battles, was mentally stronger and immediately changed the subject.

"Hm? Nalant, you want to go take a look?" Stella's thoughts were indeed diverted. She raised her head slightly. "Nalant, wouldn't it be too dangerous to go over now? After all, we might draw the Northern Principality's cavalry here again!"

Stella anxiously swept her gaze around. Aside from the eight severely wounded subordinates who had fallen unconscious, another twelve had been struck in the limbs and were temporarily unable to ride or fight.

If they encountered the enemy again now, they would likely be wiped out to the last man.

"That possibility does exist. When we fled, there were still at least nearly a hundred cavalrymen directly under the Northern Principality over there!" Nalant nodded. "But, Stella, one of my girls keeps a bird that can scout the situation ahead for us. If we sneak into the woods on either side of the valley, we can both observe the situation and reduce the danger!"

"As for these wounded men, we can transport them to the foot of the mountain over there and hide them, then leave some cavalry behind to protect them. There shouldn't be much of a problem!"

In truth, the instant the earlier battle had ended, Nalant had instructed Sherry to send out the bees and Little Gray to scout the situation ahead.

First, it was to guard against the Northern Principality sending more men over.

Second, it was to check on the Onyx Principality's forces ahead.

By the time Nalant finished stitching up the last severely wounded man, Sherry had already