"I need the Bloodwolf Tribe, after this battle, to voluntarily petition the respected King for a blue Warrior Banner on behalf of the Darkthorn Clan, and petition the Council of Elders to clear the Darkthorn Clan's name and officially remove the title of 'traitors'!"
Noah stared solemnly at Mortas, as though afraid that the true ruler of the Bloodwolf Tribe would refuse. He immediately moved the tinderbox closer to the map.
He looked ready to burn the map outright if Mortas refused.
"...If my comprehension is correct, those are two requests, aren't they?"
Although Mortas was frantic inside, he maintained a composed appearance. He then put on a contemplative expression, and after thinking for over ten seconds, he burst into laughter beneath Noah's "sweat-drenched" gaze.
"Although there is one extra request, considering how the Darkthorn Clan has worked tirelessly over the years without receiving the respect it deserved, and how the Darkthorn Regiment sacrificed so many elites to obtain crucial intelligence in this Crescent Moon Island Campaign..."
"Therefore, Major General Noah, I accept your request. Now hurry up and hand over the map!"
"I'm afraid that won't do. Please swear an oath upon the Bloodwolf Tribe's clan totem as witness to this transaction. Otherwise, I may be unable to hand over this intelligence directly!"
Noah remained unmoved. He knew these Bloodwolf Tribe noble mongrels too well. Mortas might be agreeing readily now, but the moment Noah obediently handed over the map, those mongrels lurking around him might chop off his head.
Though his purpose from the beginning had not been to obtain this false beastfolk honor, he understood even more clearly that handing over the map too easily would only make them suspicious and create unnecessary variables in that lord's ambush plan.
This was a crucial mission concerning the future