In a road with lush green grass and wildflowers, a caravan was moving toward a city.
Samuel was sitting on top of a carriage that was carrying goods.
"Sir, everyone felt much safer because of you," said a mercenary.
"I was planning to go to the same city, and I could also gather more information as I talk with you all," said Samuel with a smile. "Hmm?"
He noticed a group of exonns who were flying to the south. It was rare for many exonns to work together behind the front lines unless there was a powerful enemy. He flew to the air and noticed the serious look on their faces. He flew close to a girl. "What happened?"
The girl looked surprised, then her face turned serious. "You do not know yet? Our army in Stordhill is defeated, and we are ordered to move to a city as reinforcements."
"What?!"
