No matter what, the battle was over, and Richard prepared to leave.
Under the cover of night, within the camp's tents, a private conversation was unfolding between Richard and Gro. Pandora was eavesdropping on the side while searching for shiny silverware.
"Lord Richard, are you leaving now?" Gro spoke, his voice tinged with concern, "If you leave now, what if those people come back... what then?"
"You'll have to figure it out yourself," Richard replied indifferently. "After all, I can't protect you forever. Actually, you don't need to worry too much; if that group's morale has collapsed, they won't be coming back anytime soon. Once it's daylight, leave the forest and head back to the Royal Capital as fast as you can. Then you'll be safe."
"But I'm afraid something might happen on the way," Gro said, his eyes flickering, "With the matter of Count Vick before, I'm worried there might be people in the group who are against me."