In the valley, Centurion Torres paced anxiously. When he saw Black-and-White Bear, who had been lying on the ground, suddenly "awaken" and sit up with a shudder, he hurried over.
"My lord, is there any news?"
Torres's eyes were full of hope.
"I have a lead."
Black-and-White Bear turned his head. His neck felt a little uncomfortable. He had probably strained it from camping outdoors too often lately. He would find someone to massage it later.
"Gather some men and get ready. Tonight, I'll take a team out to collect supplies. We'll replenish the valley's food and medicine first."
Black-and-White Bear paused.
"Make sure none of the people going out have night blindness. Exclude anyone who does. We'll be traveling at least five kilometers this time."
"Understood, my lord."
Nothing was more precious than a glimmer of hope in a desperate situation. Torres was eager to act, but while gathering the men, he did not forget to inform Her Highness the Princess-to-Be, Elena Tia.
Soon, Martha, the maid who had guided him earlier, came over.
Her steps remained steady, but a barely perceptible urgency showed in her expression.
She approached Black-and-White Bear, who was stretching and loosening his stiff joints, and dipped into a slight curtsy. Her manner was respectful, but her tone made it clear she was delivering a message that brooked no argument.
"My lord, Her Highness Elena has heard that you have a plan and intend to venture out tonight. She is deeply relieved and grateful. Her Highness wishes to meet you in person to express her thanks and hear the details of your plan."
After speaking, Martha lowered her head slightly and waited for Black-and-White Bear's response.
To her, a personal summons from the noble Princess-to-Be was a tremendous honor, as well as the courtesy this