New Frye Continent, City of Light.
The remnants of the new alliance army successfully landed at the port.
Seeing the dejected soldiers and the beasts that were suppressing their roars, the Osaide merchants at the port were a little dumbfounded.
"We're... Lost the war?"
"How is that possible? How could the noble Ossaide warriors lose to those natives who were even dumber than pigs?”
"Maybe he didn't lose? It might be a tragic victory!"
"The soldiers on your warship who look like their parents have died, can it be a tragic victory? If it was a tragic victory, then these surviving warriors would be even happier. After all, there would be fewer people sharing the credit!”
While the merchants of Ossaide were discussing animatedly, the human slaves who were shackled by them were somewhat excited.
From the mouths of these son of a bitch colonists, they seemed to have heard the news of their compatriots winning!
