Meanwhile, in the Mountains of Magic Beasts, to the west of the kingdom, figures flashed in the midst of the thick trees occasionally. Under the cover of the trees and the rocks of the mountains, the military camps that had just been tied down were linked into a stretch. They looked somewhat ugly, but from time to time, there would be flashes of magical light and shadows, unusual and mysterious.
In the largest tent in the camp, stood Benjamin and many others.
"Those priests of the Church… would not be able to imagine that we are hiding in the Mountains of Magic Beasts no matter what, would they?" Duke Collin stood by the door, looking out as he sighed.
