Blanton's face was ashen, because while Ivita and the others could choose to leave Baron Moro's territory, he couldn't.
Panicked, all he could think of was rushing back to inform his father of the situation.
Blanton swallowed. "My lord, if there actually are so many enemies, we should alert my father immediately."
"He could summon nearby knights and peasant troops in the name of Baron Moro."
"We need to gather an army quickly."
Ivita acknowledged Blanton's suggestion. Currently, within Baron Moro's domain, there was only one readily available guard unit and low-ranking noble apprentices taking knight training.
Indeed, they should promptly summon the Peasant army and feudal forces from all the manors in Baron Moro's domain.
Although the fighting ability of the Peasant army and feudal forces was in question, their sheer number was a force to be reckoned with.
Just as Ivita was about to respond.
