The sun rose and set.
Gravel Town, which had bustled through the night and the entire day, grew lively again as night fell.
People stared at the fifty warhorses and the spoils loaded onto the carts, talking among themselves.
Although the latter had been covered, anyone who was not a fool could guess what lay beneath.
Vaughn stood on the town's main road to welcome Hall and his victorious party, but his wary gaze kept drifting toward their surroundings.
"Don't worry, Vaughn."
"We have enough time."
"At least another day!"
That was what Hall told him.
"A day..."
"We have too few men. I picked out some trustworthy mercenaries, but there are only ten of them. Even with our own men, we barely match the militia's original numbers."
The young militia captain looked deeply worried.
As a young man who had grown up in Gravel Town, Vaughn knew all too well how audacious and ruthless some of the people around the Supreme Road were.
Given enough profit, attacking a town was hardly a big deal to them.
In fact, Gravel Town came under attack every year. It was only timely reinforcements from Burning Dawn's garrison that had kept those people from succeeding.
But this time was different!
Despite strenuous efforts to conceal the news that something had happened to Burning Dawn, scattered reports had still spread as time passed.
They left the common people around the Supreme Road uneasy and afraid.
And they sent those engaged in certain special professions into a frenzy of excitement.
The young man hardly dared imagine the terrifying situation Gravel Town would face once word spread that fifty warhorses and a considerable fortune had appeared there.
"You must trust our lord."
"No matter how many enemies there are, they're useless against him!"
"His strength is