How could Nalant have known that, simply because he had nothing much on him to give and casually picked a gift that was still "passable," he had left the noble young lady Taffy thrilled and full of wild speculation.
He and Boris traveled day and night without rest. In just two days, Nalant returned to Storm Territory.
"Ah! Look, the Lord has returned!"
"It really is the Lord!"
"Greetings, Lord! Long live the Lord!"
"Greetings, Lord! Long live the Lord!"
By the time he returned to Storm Territory, the battlefield outside the castle had already been cleared away. The deep trenches and arrow towers had all been dismantled as well.
Although the area had been restored to its former state, when he arrived outside the castle, the place was packed with a sea of people—at least several thousand of them.
Upon seeing him, the serfs all fell to their knees, offering excited greetings and cheers.
It was no wonder they were so excited. Although they had hidden out on the grasslands during the Dark Creature invasion a few days ago and had not experienced it firsthand, when they returned to the territory the next day, they learned what had happened and personally saw the skeleton corpses piled into small mountains outside the castle.
Especially the corpse of that terrifying Hellhound.
They could imagine that if the Lord had not prepared in advance and slaughtered those Dark Creatures, not a single one of them would have lived to see the next day.
Now, in the eyes of these serfs, their lord was practically a god.
Not only did he possess a god's mercy and kindness, he could also keep them safe.
The original inhabitants of Storm Territory in particular worshipped Nalant even more fervently.
They clearly remembered that this was already