Mier called out anxiously from below.
He didn't know much about military matters, but he knew the Thorn Corps was setting up fortifications. An attack right now would be a disaster.
"It's Centaur scouts, not an enemy attack."
The Lord slid down from above, patting the water from the melted snow off his hands.
"A leader must remain composed, even in the face of disaster. If you panic, what will become of the soldiers under you?"
Levi patted Mier's shoulder, taking the opportunity to impart a bit of wisdom.
Zat, standing to the side, quietly pursed his lips. 'Just who was it that scrambled up that flagpole a moment ago and even signaled for a retreat?'
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. If it was just scouts, it meant the main army was still some distance away. For now, they didn't need to worry about an attack.
High Cliff Castle's contingent was assigned to the logistics area, with the main force of the Thorn Corps in front.
