「Inference Day, the Thirteenth Day.」
「Swamp Territory, Council Hall.」
"Father, have you received any news from Gale Territory? How are my brother and the others?"
Early that morning, York had summoned everyone for a meeting. Seeing Baron Eric before the others arrived, York was the first to speak.
The Baron looked as if he had aged a decade, and all the spirit seemed to have drained from him.
However, upon seeing York, he immediately tried to pull himself together.
"I haven't received any news yet, but I imagine the situation isn't good."
"Because I'm not in my territory, Borg, as the eldest son, will certainly be conscripted by the Duke's Mansion. No one can be a deserter in the face of a Beast Tide, or our title would surely be in jeopardy."
"The only good news is that a few days ago, the Bishops learned through a Magic Crystal call that the evacuation of many Commoners, slaves, and even the families of the Nobility is mostly complete."
At this, Baron Eric suddenly sighed.
