"What's going on? Why hasn't the Dean appeared yet...?"
An uneasy mood gradually rose within the Black Nightmare Army's camp. It was already the morning of the second day—the time for the attack had come—yet Benjamin still had not shown himself. Several mages hurried into his tent, only to find Benjamin lying on the bed, deeply unconscious. No matter how they called to him, they could not wake him.
At once, quite a few people panicked.
Healing magic, noise, medicine... they tried every method they could think of, but nothing worked. They examined the unconscious Benjamin again and again—no wounds, no illness, not a single abnormality could be found on him.
"The Wood Army has urged us again. Should we tell them what's happening?" Joanna entered the tent from outside and asked with a troubled expression.
Maurice thought for a moment, then waved his hand. "No. Make them wait a little longer. Under no circumstances can the truth get out. Also, calm the soldiers outside as much as possible. Don't let anyone else enter this tent... In short, no one besides us can know that the Dean has fallen unconscious."
The mages inside the tent all nodded, but then they looked toward Benjamin on the bed, their faces clouded with worry.
What... had happened?
"This is bad! Duchess Elizabeth has forced her way in with her people. I can't hold them back." Before long, Joanna came in from outside again, her face full of urgency.
"This..."
Maurice hesitated. The Wood Army was their ally, so they certainly could not stop them with force. Yet he did not trust this ally that much either. With the Dean unconscious, who knew what choice the Wood Family might make? Not to mention that if word leaked out and The Church learned of it,