The Earl left the castle with his family and attendants, escorted by a light cavalry, fleeing hastily in the direction of Twilight City.
On the other side, the main force of the Salvation Army also marched grandly to a plain twenty kilometers away, setting up a new camp there.
In contrast, outside the castle, only Thomas's caravan and the refugees living in designated areas remained in the besieging camp.
The sun in the distance had already set, and everyone was waiting for tomorrow's sunrise.
Sitting in his carriage, Thomas was restless, occasionally lifting the curtain to look in the direction of Sparrow Wood Castle, his palms and the backs of his hands covered in sweat, his heart full of tension.
He often reminded himself that he was a merchant, not a gambler. Compared to the profits from a deal, the risks behind the deal were what he should consider first.
