Two days later, in the capital's castle.
"Sir, they are moving." The man politely knelt in front of the king and continued: "By our estimation, their army is made up of about 500 beastmen."
"Only 500? Where are they at the moment?" The King seemed confused by the choice of the King of Beastled, was he underestimating us that much?
Thinking about it, the king clenched his fists and looked intently at the man kneeling in front of him. With this sudden action, the man began to sweat as his body trembled a little.
"They are north of the capital, they are camping near the border." At the man's words, the king widened his eyes.
"Isn't this close to where the village run by Emma is?" The king asked the man.
"That's right."
"What a problem, I don't think we have any other choice."