Theodore said that Nalant had already made great contributions during the last expedition, so this time, there was no need to place him—a baronial noble who did not even possess a duchy—at the very front.
After all, with all six great empires mobilized this time, if even they could not hold the line and had to rely on Nalant alone, it would probably be hopeless anyway.
Having received this explanation, Nalant felt perfectly at ease staying behind in that small viscount city.
Since it was merely a viscount city, its scale naturally was not large, with room for only around a hundred thousand people at most.
The castle was built atop a hill, though it was somewhat dilapidated.
"Everyone, let's enter the city!"
Looking at the commanders of the four races beside him, Nalant was the first to step into the city.
The commanders of the other four races exchanged glances, then immediately followed.
After entering the city, Nalant was quite satisfied with the work those serfs had done over the past few days.
Not only had they reinforced the city gates, they had even filled in several gaps in the walls.
Though it did not look particularly imposing, its sturdiness should not be a problem.
The walls of this small city were not particularly high, only about twenty meters.
Compared to a duke's great city, they were at least more than half as short.
But Nalant and the others were stationed at the very rear of the allied army's formation this time, so such walls were not overly inadequate.
"Human noble, your force has the greatest numbers this time. Tell us—how do you plan to defend this city?" Once the commanders had climbed the walls, the Beastfolk commander immediately looked toward Nalant.
However, his tone was far from friendly,