The next morning.
Inside the Allied Forces' command tent, Roxy, dressed in military uniform, calmly stared at the sand table before her. Yet upon closer inspection, one could see that her blue eyes were somewhat unfocused.
Her attention was clearly not on the sand table, but on something else entirely.
It was not until heavy footsteps sounded outside the tent that she came back to her senses. Sensing the cold magical aura outside, utterly different from her own side's, she seemed to guess the visitor's identity. A gleam immediately flashed through her eyes, and the corners of her lips unconsciously rose.
"Rustle!"
As the tent flap was violently pulled open, an exceptionally massive shadow entered Roxy's sight.
The visitor stood at least three meters tall, though his body was somewhat hunched. A square-faced, middle-aged human man's head sat atop his upper body, but both sides of his cheeks were covered in dense, dark-green scales.
His arms were slender and reached all the way to his knees, while his legs were unusually thick and beastlike. Savage, sharp claws extended from them, leaving scratches of varying depths across the ground with every step he took.
Combined with the sail-like dorsal fin stretching from his neck to his hips, as well as the thick tail that swayed instinctively behind him.
His identity was obvious.
"Major General Zalga Black Marsh, commander of the 109th Division of the Third Beastman Legion, greets General Roxy!"
Facing the scrutinizing gaze of the relatively petite blonde woman, Zalga clasped his hands and bowed first.
"On behalf of the Fifth Legion, I welcome your arrival, Major General Zalga Black Marsh."
Seeing that he had taken the initiative to lower his stance instead of trying to probe her limits through idiotic behavior like Gary had, Roxy instantly understood that this