"Hahaha, a bunch of trash!"
Alvin was entitled to laugh. Thanks to their armor, they had suffered no severe casualties during the night attack by the Heretics; it was the Barbarians who had lost a few men. His schadenfreude was undisguised. It seemed he still harbored a grudge over being outmaneuvered, especially for the loss of the Eagle Flock. After all, once Alvin understood the situation, he knew this force was the private army his father had left him to conquer Hamlet. The loss of the Eagle Flock, an excellent scouting team, pained him immensely.
However, the Baron's expression grew even more solemn when he heard this, for he had noticed something else. Their cavalry unit of fifty men made quite a racket, so it wasn't strange that the Heretics could find them. But the Barbarian troops were very agile; the fact that even they were found by those fiends showed just how rampant the Heretics in Hamlet truly were.
