"Ptooey!"
Resas, a human warrior and captain of the Third Squad of the Xinfei Merchant Guild Guard Corps' battalion stationed in the Dero Kingdom, spat viciously toward the other side, then turned to his deputy, the elf warrior Floyd.
"Hey, Floyd, how long do you think it would take us to wipe out those idiots over there if we fought?"
Floyd glanced at the spit on the ground and slightly furrowed his long, slender eyebrows, which Resas often mocked as feminine. He discreetly wiped away the spit with one foot while looking toward a camp roughly three hundred meters from their position.
"If they were unprepared, one minute would be enough. But if they were ready and we fought them head-on... the outcome would be hard to say."
"Hard to say?" Resas abruptly raised his voice, pointed at the camp opposite them, and craned his neck as he shouted, "What the fuck is hard to say about it? Even if those useless bastards dared to fight us head-on, we'd wipe them out in minutes!"
Floyd glanced at the disgruntled Resas, then at the opposing camp, which remained quiet, and shrugged.
"Captain, don't waste your breath. It looks like they were given strict orders before coming here not to pick fights with us. Provoking them like this won't help."
Resas's expression shifted several times before he dropped his hand in defeat and wiped his face, instantly regaining his composure.
"Tell me... what exactly are those guys in the Candel Empire thinking? They sent all those men all this way just to sit here staring at us and do nothing? Have they got nothing better to do?"
Floyd tapped his forehead, looking somewhat pained.
"Captain, this habit of asking questions you already know the answers to is a bad one. Obviously, both