Carl had done a really good job. It wasn't his fault.
However, if Carl said it was her fault and kept asking more, it felt like she was grabbing Carl's book.
"Where is Bilford?" Carl asked.
"He's looking around the wooden fence," Catherine replied.
"What about Bordeaux and the knights?" Carl continued.
"Encouraging the soldiers… He must be doing it," Catherine answered.
Encouraging… Carl said nothing more.
But somewhere in his heart, he felt regret for Corbin.
Although he was a commoner knight with no skills, character, or background, he was a man who risked his life for Carl at that moment and was able to fight so bravely.
"What do you think will happen in the future?" Carl, who had let go of his regrets about Corbin, asked calmly.
Catherine closed her mouth and thought about it before speaking.
"I think it will attack tonight or early morning. He's a smart gnoll, so he won't give us time to rest."
