"Yeah, those Beastfolk are savage and bloodthirsty. Best if they show up after we leave—otherwise, it'll be a real headache!"
"That's right. Ever since the threat of the Dark Creatures was lifted, the Beastfolk have started acting up. Every year, those fellows raid the borders of our Sacred Alliance. They're even more hateful than bandits."
"By the way, didn't Baron Nalant lead his subordinates into the forest? If the Beastfolk really show up, do you think he can hold them off?"
"I think it'll be difficult. The Beastfolk may be hateful, but they really are powerful. And Baron Nalant went into the jungle—there, the Beastfolk can unleash even greater combat strength!"
"Besides, if I were Baron Nalant, and there really was a Beastfolk attack, I wouldn't lead my men into the forest. I'd retreat at the fastest possible speed instead. That's the only way to preserve our strength. After all, the Beastfolk wouldn't dare venture too deeply into our Alliance."
"Indeed."
"Alright, enough talk. Let's keep watch at the border. I don't think we'll be so unlucky as to have Beastfolk invade."
"True, it shouldn't be such a coincidence. Then let's get some proper rest! Honestly, the steward sending us to monitor the Storm Territory border was really being overcautious."
At the border of Nalant's New Storm Territory, seven or eight scouts were lying in wait.
They had been sent by the more cautious merchant caravans in the Storm Territory.
After waiting left and right without detecting any movement, the scouts simply gathered in twos and threes to chat.
By everyone's reckoning, the Beastfolk attack definitely would not come anytime soon.
After all, if Baron Nalant had truly discovered the Beastfolk, how could he remain so calm and even take the initiative to enter the jungle?
Yet just as the