The King's Palace, Randalvine, Braxtein Kingdom.
As one might expect what would happen in times of crisis, the throne room was currently filled with many concerned Nobles. They weren't actually concerned about the safety of the people; they were concerned about the fate of their territory.
They had struggled to earn the piece of land they now governed; they couldn't just let it fall to the hands of those brainless Monsters—Demon.
Sure, when the land was retrieved it would still be theirs, but what about the damage the Monsters had caused?
Rebuilding their territory would take some time, and, of course, an enormous amount of money. Every Nobles were naturally materialistic—they wouldn't have become one, if they hadn't been—they weren't willing to spend their money on that.
