"You are..."
The elderly Councilor's gaze fell on Shadow Song, who had stayed behind. He seemed to recognize something. "A companion of the King of the North? Then please accept Valley City's hospitality..."
"Deli, take some men and guard City Hall. I think these rats are about to go mad as if their tails were on fire."
The wind high above whipped Annan's black hair and Mage Robe.
The frontline Camp lay ahead, along with the convoys of grain converging on it.
Annan's heart sank... With this much food here, there was no way they hadn't eaten any of it.
"Who goes there?"
The sentries ran out and faced Annan uneasily as he landed outside the Camp.
Illymoyas hadn't unleashed her Dragon Might, but the mere presence of a Dragon was frightening enough.
"I am Annan Reeves, King of the North and lord of Free City. I come on behalf of Head Councilor Watts. Where is the Holy Grail Knight?"
"The Holy Grail Knight took the warriors to the front line!"
"Have you eaten any of the grain?"
"What?"
"The grain brought from Lesao Valley!"
"Uh... yes."
I was too late...
Annan sighed. He could only hope it wasn't too late to set things right.
"Gather everyone. The grain from Lesao Valley was contaminated by the Ratfolk. Are there any Mages in the Camp?"
"Y-yes..."
The Guards were stunned by Annan's news.
"Have the Mages find a way to cleanse the Plague. I'll warn the front line!"
The Blue Dragon soared into the air again, flying over the Camp toward the front line.
Northern Dimon Kingdom.
Here, the Ratfolk and humans faced each other across a dividing line.
This was the last line of defense against the Ratfolk from Hell sweeping across the country. If it fell, they