Nalant still did not know that his calm expression had finally dispelled the misgivings of the ambushers lurking in the river.
When he returned to the group of wounded soldiers, he gave a few instructions to them and the guards tending them, telling them to cross the river and return while they could, saying the camp was more suitable for recuperation. Then, as if nothing had happened, he headed downstream.
Only after he had blended into the crowd and confirmed that the river ambushers could no longer see him did he break into a wild sprint, racing toward Boris and the others who were on their way back.
"Nalant, what's going on? Vivian said you told us to return immediately?"
Nalant's reputation was truly resounding throughout the Onyx Principality now, so even tempted by the prisoners of war, quite a few vassals had promptly turned back with Boris after receiving the message.
"There's no time to explain, Boris, everyone—take your men across the river at once, and get away from the riverbank!"
"Nalant, what exactly happened?"
The more solemn Nalant was, the more confused Boris and the others became.
The situation currently looked excellent. Once all the remaining troops had crossed the river, they could have a decisive battle with the Northern Principality and the church tomorrow or the day after.
"I sense grave danger. If we don't retreat now, we may suffer devastating losses later. As for the rest, don't ask any more questions!"
"Boris, if you trust me, act immediately!" Nalant stopped there, worried that if these men became too frightened, they might give themselves away.
"Alright, Nalant!" Boris did not press further. Seeing the gravity on Nalant's face, he knew this was no small matter.
"Boris, everyone, remember—not to show anything unusual, so as not to cause