Not all monsters were fighting.
It would be natural for the leader to be the strongest in a monster group.
Neither the bear nor lion was seen on the battlefield.
Instead of being swept up in instinct and drunk on blood, were they calmly directing the battle situation?
As they're old and highly intelligent monsters, that might be the case.
Still, it's unexpected after roaring so vigorously.
I returned to the white monsters' camp to find my crew members.
And where I found them, the lion was also there.
The old white lion, Ambejeu.
His mouth was stained bright red.
"Ooh, you came, snake...!"
I didn't answer his welcome.
Just turned my head and looked around.
The breath of wounded monsters had been cut off.
He and several strong followers weren't participating in the fight but stayed in the rear.
What were they doing, well.
