Robson watched the distant enemy. The Beastmen had entered their field of vision, and with his Extraordinary physique, Robson could already see their movements clearly.
"My lord, are they making camp? Should we arrange a night raid?" Baron Dodger asked from beside him.
Although the nobles' armies had been assigned as auxiliary troops, they were, in themselves, a form of Extraordinary power.
After all, while there was no official rule, a noble without any personal power couldn't possibly survive in the Frank Kingdom.
Not to mention, even in the south of the Kingdom, magical beasts frequently descended from the mountains. If a noble couldn't even deal with them, he might as well quit.
So as not to let them go to waste, Robson simply gathered everyone around him for easy deployment, calling it an opportunity to observe and learn advanced techniques.
Everyone was naturally happy about this. After all, the quality of Robson's troops was plain for all to see.
