Silver Pine Town's militia camp.
Local lord Victor Gess, Baron, rushed over from his manor by carriage in a hurry.
Gazing at Adela, the sheriff who had just returned from the Labyrinth, he raised his whip and struck it down on the man's shoulder, scolding him without restraint.
"Idiot! Madman! Who allowed you to muster my subjects? Eight hundred lives! Do you understand what this means?! Are you going to till the land next year?!"
With just a little over ten thousand permanent residents in Silver Pine Town, the loss of eight hundred able-bodied men was a considerable blow—it would take years to recover from such a deficit!
Adela knelt on one knee, his head bowed low.
"I'm sorry, my lord... The order to muster the militia came from the security headquarters, we must always monitor the Labyrinth's activity to prevent monster invasions—"
