The group below was having a pleasant time, with everyone getting along just fine.
After all, in a place sealed off in front, behind, on both sides, and even above and below, an enemy assault hardly counted as a sneak attack.
Black Rose had not brought the largest contingent here, but every one of them was an elite fighter.
The kind who feared being killed in one hit, but not a drawn-out fight.
With a top-tier healer like Old School Striking King around, nobody had much to worry about. Besides, the conversation between the two Hainalsons was entertaining—a good story to pass the time.
Those above, whether the Undead or the people trying to find somewhere to hide or get away, were all thoroughly frustrated.
The reason these people had waited until the Undead arrived before finally resolving to flee was, naturally, that they truly had nowhere to go once they left.
In this world as it stood, being enemies with Sia Tower, the other Mage Towers, and even the Undead who had come from afar... really left them with nowhere to go.
They had all grown accustomed to comfortable lives, after all, and had no idea how to survive in the wilds where there was no room for them... having to ration even black taro was a way of life these Mages and their descendants simply could not imagine.
So they could only hope that the Hainalson Family, which had already attained sufficient standing in the Black Enigma Tower and whose interests were clearly entangled with it, would remember this place as late as possible.
They did not truly believe they could stay here forever. They simply wanted to wait until harvest season... although black taro matured quickly, it was still a food crop, and it had a full