"The future Earl must have sent you. Your timing is impeccable." Albert smiled and stepped aside, gesturing to Colin and the others behind him. "After receiving my orders, I took these skilled fighters straight to the scoundrels' den. This victory is all thanks to them."
A few of the nobles looked toward Colin and the others standing in the back.
Their expressions were fine when they saw Ale and Colin, but when they looked at the others—especially Mog—their faces clearly stiffened.
At that moment, a young man from behind the nobles stepped forward and whispered a few words to them, and their expressions immediately relaxed.
"Welcome to Wolf Castle, Dragon Slayers." The noble Knight who had been speaking to Albert stepped forward. "I was wondering what kind of squad could have possibly entered the Beastman Camp alone to kill their Chief and his reserves. Now that I see it's you, it's not surprising at all."
"It was still a hard-fought battle for us," Colin said with a nod.
