The sun had set, and the waters of San Juan Bay were like polished Obsidian, slowly reflecting the glow of the evening clouds. Along the inner side of the eastern shore, a gentle little hillside gradually rose up from behind the coastline. Its slope was covered in chest-high miscanthus grass and soft-stemmed dwarf palms.
And at this moment, pairs of scouting eyes were crouched in the long grass. Like a Wolf Pack before the hunt, they stared at the Castilians' village stronghold in the distance—this "Northern Bison" far stronger than they were—and began planning in low voices.
"Mikui, are you sure you want to split our forces in two and raid the Demon lair? Set fires on one side and kill on the other?"
"Yes! We've scouted for so long, so for our first move, we'll give them a big one! Look, who knows where the Demons in the village went, but there are clearly far fewer of them! The places they guard most tightly are, first, the harbor to the north, where several dozen men are stationed. The other is the Cross Church in the middle, also with several dozen men stationed there. Those two places are hard to attack..."
Red-hair Mikui took back the Divine Eye Lens and once again peered at the utterly unsuspecting Demon stronghold, saying in a low voice, "Those two places are hard-spined sea urchins. We won't touch them. We'll touch what's easy to touch and crush their jellyfish! Look, to the south is a big stretch of North Bay Tribe villages! There are many thatched huts, and some new wooden houses too... One group will charge in from here, cut down any Demons they see, and burn any houses they find!"
"And that meadow to the east has sheds built on it. Who