That afternoon, a "well-equipped" merchant caravan, led by Kaine, the Knight Commander of the Red Maple Knights, slowly made its way toward the Red Maple Forest.
It was called a merchant caravan, but in reality, every guard was robust and well-built, their gazes sharp, and the weapons at their waists were of a much higher caliber than those of ordinary caravan guards.
Knight Kaine wore an inconspicuous suit of Leather Armor and rode a common brown horse, blending in with the middle of the procession.
If this were a battle between two armies in the Human World, such a simple disguise would most likely be seen through. But against creatures like Ogres, it was more than enough.
"Commander Kaine, do you really think those idiots will fall for it?"
A young Knight lowered his voice and sidled up to Kaine.
He tried his best to look like a seasoned guard, but the eager look in his eyes gave him away.
Kaine stared straight ahead.
