The center of Thorn Fortress's garrison camp.
The same scene as when the minor nobles of Glory Continent had set out on campaign.
A large stretch of open ground had been deliberately left in the center for merchant caravans to sell wine, food, and other fare.
Naturally, the place was bustling at this moment, packed with people. Whether nobles or ordinary guards, all of them intended to enjoy themselves before the battle.
After all, aside from the great nobles, no one could be sure whether they would return alive and whole after leaving Thorn Fortress.
Yet in the central area, where the caravan stalls stood thickest, it was somewhat more spacious than the outskirts.
Because only great nobles could afford the prices here.
Beneath the tents, those seated and chatting merrily were all finely dressed lords.
At that moment, two guards hurried over to a long table around which seven or eight young nobles in lavish clothing were seated.
"Your Highness the First Prince, Count Kern sent us to report that that country bumpkin minor noble from Storm Territory has arrived!"
"Oh? He's already here? Has he been assigned to the camp by that patch of woods?" Eric immediately set down his wine cup and questioned the two guards.
"Yes, Your Highness the First Prince. And Count Kern and several other nobles are currently mocking and provoking that country bumpkin minor noble!"
"Mm, then let them handle it themselves. If that brat cannot hold back and makes a move, teach him a proper lesson!"
"As long as he doesn't die, I'll bear all responsibility!" Eric, the Bach Empire's First Prince, nodded and gave the two guards his orders with great authority.
"Yes, Your Highness the First Prince!"
The two guards promptly left.
"Your Highness, has that minor noble who overestimated