After Redi spoke, no one interrupted. The cool night wind swept across the battlefield, and the air was filled with a faint smell of blood. The demonic leader of the Paper Card Mercenary Group and the Dark Priest stood silently in the wind, as if chewing over the information contained in those words.
Conrad raised his head and smiled slightly. It seemed like he appreciated the young man's cooperation, but he always appreciated it, whether it was the opponent's death or their obedience.
"Twelve Silver Level guards." He repeated the young man's words: "What do you think?"
"Twelve?" The Dark Priest raised his head slightly: "It seems possible—even if it's a deliberate ruse, the fact remains that the young man is not present among Macaro's main forces."
"No, there's no need to doubt anymore. Indecision only worsens things." Conrad waved his hand to interrupt, then looked back at the young man kneeling on the ground: "Are you a noble of the Heavenly Destiny Country?"
