"Laude, Billy, take your men and tear open a gap from the flank. Let Baron Nalant in!"
"Though what Baron Nalant did two days ago was rather infuriating, he does control the channel for Dwarven weapons now."
"Besides, I've long found the Bach Empire and Sacred Magic Academy's smug faces unbearable. Letting Baron Nalant live can be considered venting some of our anger."
While discussing Nalant's flight, Marquis Darm gave orders to several principality nobles.
Nalant definitely had to be saved. There was no conflict between them, and they even had some business dealings.
More importantly, Nalant's handling of the Bach Empire and Sacred Magic Academy had earned the approval of these minor principality nobles.
There was no need to mention the Bach Empire. Relying on its national strength, it often made things difficult for and bullied the smaller principalities.
The Sacred Magic Academy was even more detestable.
Originally, the Sacred Magic Academy had been jointly funded and established by the alliance's many principalities and empires.
But as the magic academy grew stronger, the Sacred Magic Academy became arrogant.
Even during expeditions like this to clear out Dark Creatures, it was extraordinarily difficult for small principalities like theirs to obtain the support of mages.
Normally, they not only had to send sufficient benefits to the Sacred Magic Academy, but now they even had to offer benefits to the instructors leading the teams.
Otherwise, when the time came, if they were assigned a few of the weakest mages, they would find it very difficult to deal with a situation like today's.
"Yes, Marquis Darm!" Naturally, the nobles did not object. They quickly led several elite subordinates and charged toward the flank.
Though everyone appeared to be trapped within the camp, breaking out was not actually a problem.
It was simply that