"If you're not scared, then all the better!" Nalant laughed.
This guy was stubborn as a dead duck, yet with Isabella watching, he could only let Nalant roast him over the fire.
Without wasting any more words on him, Nalant gathered his subordinates and headed into the forest.
"Young Master, are you really going? In this subordinate's opinion, it's simply too dangerous!" At the rear of Nalant's party, Daz followed with over a thousand men.
His captain of the guard continued trying to persuade him from beside him.
"He dares to go, so what do I, Daz, have to fear? Do you think I'm inferior to that country bumpkin?" Daz's veins bulged at the words.
He definitely did not want to go. The main issue was that this place was too close to the Beastfolk border, and there were no other human armies nearby.
If anything really went wrong, it would be a matter of life and death.
But if he retreated immediately, that country bumpkin would call him a coward.
It was not simply because Isabella was present. He was the dignified heir of a duke of the Sacred Continent; he absolutely could not be worse than this bumpkin.
Otherwise, even if word of this never got out, he would still despise himself.
"But... Young Master, if anything were to happen to you, how am I supposed to face the Duke when I return?" Bound by his duty, if they had been in a safe place on an ordinary day, he would certainly not dare say another word regardless of what his young master chose to do.
But today's matter made him especially uneasy, so he was prepared to continue speaking.
"Enough, Puke. I've already made my decision. Even if there really is danger, I have to see traces