"President Theodore, you really don't need to blame yourself so much!" Hearing Theodore's words of self-reproach, Nalant immediately tried to comfort him.
"Nalant, you don't need to console me. The other kings have also said they don't blame me, but my proposal was a major factor in what happened."
"Fortunately, knowing that you survived has finally eased some of my guilt."
"Now that the allied army is short on supplies, we need to return to Thorn Fortress at once. I hope we can break out successfully then. Otherwise, I'm afraid this entire allied army will be lost in this Land of Death."
Theodore's face was full of helplessness.
"President Theodore, I'm afraid we can't go to Thorn Fortress. I think the number of Dark Creatures there is probably no fewer than those chasing us!"
"So we can't walk straight into the trap. We might as well keep circling around with the Dark Creatures in this Land of Death. That way, we can hold back their invasion of the Sacred Alliance."
"Oh, and President Theodore, you needn't worry about supplies. After dealing with the pursuing Dark Creatures, I returned to that little supply city and snatched out most of the supplies inside!"
Nalant shook his head, immediately rejecting Theodore and the others' plan to head for Thorn Fortress.
"Nalant, I know Thorn Fortress is probably heavily guarded by Dark Creatures too, but we truly have no supplies... Wait, Nalant, what did you just say?"
President Theodore did not react at first, but halfway through his sentence, he suddenly froze.
"President Theodore, I said that the supplies in the little city actually didn't suffer much loss. I moved them out long ago and hid them in the wilderness!"
Nalant said with a smile.
"R-Really? Nalant, you hid all the supplies?!" President Theodore