"What's going on over there? Why does it sound like such a mess?"
Roland, who had been quartered near the main tent, was still awake late into the night, meditating instead of sleeping. Before long, the commotion roused him.
He sent someone to inquire, and his subordinate returned to report, "It seems a group of barbarians native to the Xinweila World are causing trouble.
"Apparently, what they're making a fuss about has something to do with us."
"Oh? How so?" Roland asked, mildly curious.
"Sinvira's leaders handed the defensive sector originally assigned to them over to the Lainer legion and transferred them elsewhere instead.
"They thought these people were simple and honest enough to swallow a little unfair treatment, but they ended up making a scene.
"We just don't know whether this happened by accident or whether someone deliberately arranged for us to see it."
"Either way, we can pretend we heard and saw nothing."
Roland chuckled.
Even if there were schemes behind it, this was an internal conflict in Sinvira. He had no intention of rashly intervening.
Elsewhere, after much persuasion, Moxiu Andrew finally managed to talk the troublemaking barbarians into leaving.
But the matter was far from over. They had dared to come and cause trouble precisely because they were a fierce, warlike people who often acted without considering the consequences.
"Those barbarians! Who told them about this?"
Once Moxiu Andrew returned, he flew into a rage.
He saw nothing wrong with his arrangements. Someone with ulterior motives had merely exploited them.
"With a powerful enemy before us, how dare they do this? Isn't this treason and aiding the enemy?
"If I find out who did it, I'll punish them without mercy!"
His subordinates fell silent with fear, exchanging looks without knowing what to say.
Just then,