Volume 3 Chapter 178 Strategy Meeting II
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Maribel led her regular army through the northern checkpoint of Ramsey and guided them to the open field set for their camp.
If they walked just a few hundred meters from there, they would reach the hill where Kian and the others had appeared by teleport the night before.
Though it was far from the southern teleport point of Ramsey, the soldiers managed to arrive just as the orange sun dipped low in the sky. Thanks to the lightweight magic carved into their armor, their movement was quick and light.
The campsite lay on a wide plain, where tall summer grass reached their knees. It had enough room for about three hundred soldiers to rest and stay. A river flowed on both sides of the field, so they could fetch water easily.
Still, Linca’s Shikigami, Mizuchi, was also meant to supply clean water. Mizuchi could pour out huge amounts of water by dipping its tail into a well or stream. And since its size let it dive straight into the artificial river, there was no issue here.
”It’s risky to let it pour water for too long,” Linca explained to Lord Bertrand, her voice calm. “So please limit clean water use to twice each day—morning and evening. If more is needed, collect water from the artificial river and boil it before using.”
Bertrand curled his upper lip, waved off a few bandits who had wandered too close to Linca, then turned to her with a nod.
”Go prepare the camp,” Bertrand said, gesturing sharply.
”I appreciate the support,” he added, his gaze softening. “To have such a fine shelter set up already… Even the toilets are clean. That should keep sickness away for a while.”
”I’m the one who built this temporary camp,” Linca said, bowing slightly. “Linca Tsai. If there’s any problem, you can come to me or Sir Kian’s magicians. We’ll help however we can.”
”To build something this large by yourself…” Marilyn, an older woman beside Bertrand, let out a small gasp. “What sort of magic lets you do this? Lady Linca, where did you learn your spells?”
”I taught myself,” Linca answered with a faint smile.
”No way, you’re joking!” Marilyn said, eyes wide in disbelief.
Bertrand glanced at the strange sword hanging from Natra’s hip.
”That Azraelian girl is one of Lord Kian’s magicians too, isn’t she?” he asked.
”Yes, but she’s still learning,” Linca replied, her tone quiet.
”My apologies for the late greeting, Lord Bertrand,” Natra said, stepping forward beside Kian. She gave a neat bow, the kind used by nobles in the West. “My name is Natra. I can’t do much compared to Lady Linca, but I can manage simple things. If you need help fixing shelters or anything else, please let me know.”
Bertrand turned to Kian.
”If I can’t find one of your magicians,” he said, “should I contact the checkpoint? Or send a message?”
”Please attach a letter to Wing Cain’s leg and send it,” Kian replied with a small nod. “He’s been fully purified, but there might still be illness in his breath or saliva. So please avoid touching him too much.”
”I understand. Thank you for the warning.”
”Also,” Kian continued, “around 7 PM, there will be a second strategy meeting at Ramsey’s castle. Please join us. These are the records from the first meeting. Pardon me, but… can you read documents written in the Western common tongue?”
”Yes, I can,” Bertrand replied, nodding. “The three witches with me can read it too. But if I want to raise a topic about tactics… should I wait until after the meeting? If I speak during the meeting, it may cause confusion.”
”Please stay behind after the main talk ends,” Kian said gently. “I’ll listen then.”
”Got it. Can I see the map now?”
”That map is part of Ramsey’s top military secrets,” Kian said, his tone turning firm. “I can show it inside the command room, but taking it out is forbidden. I hope that’s alright.”
”I see. That’s fine. Then, may I study it quietly from here?”
”Of course, as long as you don’t clash with our allied soldiers. But if trouble happens, we’ll step in.”
”Lord Bertrand,” Linca said, smiling politely though her voice carried weight, “we are still in a ceasefire. Please avoid harming their soldiers unless truly needed.”
Bertrand gave a sharp nod. “Understood.”
Then Linca turned back to Marilyn.
”We’ll lift the limit on the teleport gate. Could you register for it, please?”
”Eh!? R-register?” Marilyn stammered.
”Yes,” Linca replied, her tone gentle. “We’ll need a bit of blood, then we can place your tachyon cell rune into the tool.”
”…Sorry, I’ll pass on that.”
”────? Then are you planning to walk all the way to Ramsey?”
Marilyn turned to Bertrand. “Please say something to stop this.”
Bertrand looked confused by her strange request but turned at once to the two witches behind him.
”Can you open the teleport gate?”
”Mmm… no, I can’t,” Marilyn said, lifting her small hand.
”Then I’ll escort Lord Bertrand,” Natra added at once.
”Are you sure, Natra?” Kian asked.
”Yes,” she said, her eyes scanning the noisy soldiers nearby. “We’ll need someone to keep them in check anyway.”
Kian sighed, his brows dipping.
”Sorry for giving you such a boring job.”
”No, this is why I studied Witchology,” Natra replied. “Please use me as needed.”
Marilyn, still uneasy, gave a trembling nod.
”Lady Natra… please handle it, then.”
”I’ll be waiting here. Please call me when you’re ready,” Natra said calmly.
”Natra, I’ll leave this hourglass here,” Kian said, setting down a small handmade clock from the KnightWraith. “It’s sturdy, so it shouldn’t break even with rough use.”
”Thank you,” Natra said with a bow.
”Apologies, Ms. Natra,” Linca added. “Once I’m done fetching water with Mizuchi, I won’t be able to join tonight’s meeting. I still have to prepare.”
”No problem,” Natra replied with a light smile. “I’m looking forward to Lady Linca’s ideas.”
Bertrand, holding some papers, muttered with a tight frown, “Tonight’s main topic is how to handle the enemy hero… Arminus.”
He looked up at Kian, eyes narrow.
”He and his son Fraus are both famous on the battlefield. No one’s ever seen either of them hurt. I can’t believe it, but that’s the word.”
”If their job is to hunt magicians, they might have avoided injury by staying away from the messy parts of battle,” Kian said plainly. “They fight differently than normal soldiers.”
”Either way, it means they’re the kind of wild fighters who don’t get hurt much by magic and move way too fast,” Bertrand said, tapping the side of the paper stack. “Have you heard about Arminus and his dragon hunting tales?”
Kian gave a quiet nod as he answered, “Yeah, I heard he took down the Ice Dragon Dahaka all by himself, up in the northern Wall. Dragons have ranks too, though… so I don’t really know how strong Dahaka was.”
”It was an advanced-rank beast with spirit blood in its veins,” Bertrand said, handing the papers over to Marilyn. “Old stories say it was one of two great dragons, matched only by Châtillon’s.”
He looked down at the report as he added, “He’s today’s dragon slayer—the man who brought down the last living legend. If there’s any weak point to him, it’s that his strength became his chain. Because of it, he sticks to the Union’s will, even when it’s not smart. He might not face us directly. He could strike at the nearby tribes instead and make the Union pull back. You’re the commander-in-chief, so it’s your call. But I’ll say this—winning doesn’t always mean a full-on fight.”
* * *
Leaving Natra, who watched from afar, and Linca, the one who carried water, Kian passed through the checkpoint alone and made his way back to Ramsey. After crossing the line, he called for Wing Cain and flew to the bridge outside Ramsey’s main castle.
At the gates, Rufna stood in conversation with Homork III of the Holy Squad.
As Kian landed and walked across the bridge, their talk seemed to wrap up, and the group began to split apart. After bowing lightly to Homork and the others, Kian turned to continue, but Rufna stepped up and called out to him.
”Master, do you have a minute?” she asked, her voice steady.
”I do,” Kian replied without stopping.
She wore a thick northern coat, her magic bow hanging across her back.
As the cold evening wind brushed past them, Rufna’s silver hair danced behind her. The Dark Elf Head Magician stepped close—close enough to brush Kian’s shoulder.
”You seem alright,” she said with a soft gaze. “Guess what happened this morning isn’t sitting on your mind anymore.”
”I don’t really have time to let it,” Kian said, rubbing his temple. “I’ve been stuck with paperwork since morning. Once I’m done, I need to meet with Princess Maribel’s army.”
”Ha, sounds rough,” she said with a small laugh.
Her pale pink lips curled in a smile, and the scent of warm flowers drifted from her hair—sweet, faint, and expensive.
Kian flinched slightly, catching himself. He remembered the bandits from earlier. He had to keep his pride. He wasn’t like them. His body wasn’t either.
’What are you even saying?’
(About keeping control.)
’You’ve lost it.’
”Sorry for stopping you when you’re worn out,” Rufna said, her tone turning sharp. “But there’s something I need to show you first.”
She turned and walked toward the castle gate, stopping near the thick outer wall.
With a snap of her fingers, a dozen or so stone blocks burst apart from the surface with a loud *boom*.
Kian stepped forward, blinking at the sudden action. Beneath the rubble, a network of silver pipes ran through the packed earth of the wall—layered and winding in complex shapes.
”It’s not just this part,” Rufna said, bending down as she pointed. “The whole wall around Ramsey’s castle is filled with these magic circuits.”
Even through her coat, her chest gave a small bounce as she crouched, though Kian quickly turned his eyes away.
”All the key points in the circuits are broken,” she continued calmly. “That’s why the barrier dropped all of a sudden. Owl snuck in a bunch of explosion-type spells. Left them inside the walls like a trap.”
”In the middle of all this chaos… he still had time for that?” Kian asked, frowning. “I really don’t get what Owl wants.”
Rufna straightened her back and looked up at him. Even tall as she was, next to Kian’s towering height, she didn’t seem big at all. Their size matched well—just right for an embrace.
”Owl probably thought this mattered more than guarding the streets,” Rufna said softly. “He must have guessed Oswald would come back. So he made a backdoor—one that could break the town’s defenses the moment Oswald turned on Maribel again.”
”First the Catacombs and now this. Owl’s done a lot,” Kian muttered. “Is it fixable?”
Rufna shook her head.
”With time, yes. But not right away. It would take ten experts a full week. But Lady Sarah isn’t much help, so it’ll really be just me and Linca… and you can guess the rest.”
”Sarah’s not good with detailed stuff, huh?”
”She’s awful at it,” Rufna said with a sigh. “She’s trying her best, but… she’s still working on the first part. Linca already finished hers and went out for a break.”
”Couldn’t Gary or Homork help?”
”No. They’re not skilled in this kind of barrier magic. And finding someone who can rebuild a setup like this is near impossible. It’s not just magic—it mixes methods from the West, East, and even Azrael. Without deep knowledge, it’s too hard. If I hired someone just to wait on orders, I might as well do it myself.”
”We only have ten days of truce. Three are already gone. Getting anyone close to your or Linca’s level now…”
”Not happening,” Rufna said, folding her arms. “I could ask Priscilla’s girl to send someone… maybe one or two. But I’d rather not owe her. You remember how you got that magic sword from her, right? One more favor and she’ll trap you into marriage.”
”She joked that if I asked two more times, I’d have to marry her,” Kian said with a faint smile.
”She wasn’t joking.”
Rufna shrugged once, then said, “Anyway.”
”I’m done trying to bring back the original barrier.”
”You’re thinking of leaving Ramsey open? Settling this with a fast outdoor fight?”
”No. I’m thinking of building something new. If it’s like the barrier Lady Sarah used in the old temple, me, Linca, and Lady Sarah can put it together in a day. It’ll be big enough to detect anything flying over Ramsey.”
”If that’s more doable, go for it. You have my approval.”
”Then I’ll start after the next war meeting,” she said, and turned to begin fixing the damaged wall.
Kian stood and looked toward the wall from Mizuhashi’s side.
”All the work today… wasted,” he said with a sigh. “If you told me sooner, I’d have canceled the job.”
”It’s not wasted,” Rufna said, narrowing one eye with a faint grin. “The work done today is worth more than a thousand gold coins from Franz. I’ll write it up in a report later. Send the bill to Ramsey’s next lord and Princess Maribel. It’s part of protecting this place.”
”Understood.”
”And one more thing.”
Rufna stood up straight, brushing dust from her coat after restoring the wall.
”During the break you gave me earlier… I spent it digging around the Adventurer Guild.”
”You too—make sure to rest well on your days off,” Kian said, giving her a nod.
”It’s alright, it’s just a small hobby,” Rufna replied, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “—Anyway, I found out that the ‘Pesta’ got added to the subjugation list.”
”Pesta? That’s the monster you and Natra ran into in the Great Forest, right?” Kian asked, raising a brow.
”And the same one that nearly wiped out Eleonora’s team,” Rufna said, her voice low as her eyes narrowed.
She continued, her tone turning sharper.
”Seems it showed up again, this time in the swamps. Close to a human village.”
”What?” Kian asked, his body stiffening. “Any victims?”
”Not yet, it looks like,” Rufna said, folding her arms. “But it’s just a matter of time. I don’t get why it left the Great Forest.”
”…Rean,” Kian murmured.
”Huh?” Rufna tilted her head.
Kian looked up slowly, his face grim.
”The Pesta originally came from deep in that swamp. The Bloodsucking Kind caught it and dragged it into the rich Great Forest. But now, Rean, chasing with that wild drive, stormed out of the gate and kept killing those Bloodsucking ones nonstop.”
”So it went back,” Rufna said, nodding slowly. “Rean hunted so much it messed up the balance of the whole place. He’s really something.”
Even though he moved like a lifeless doll, Rean’s speed and focus were scary. And even without Lyritisse or Vestacia beside him, his armor and magic blade kept him going strong.
Rufna went on, her voice steady.
”I think I told you before—I can control germs. If I get the scavenger kind that Pesta handles, I’ll be way stronger at cleaning up enemies.”
”I see,” Kian said, nodding. “So, you want me to go after Pesta and bring back those germs.”
”Exactly,” Rufna said, but her face softened. “Still, don’t overdo it. That thing’s dangerous. Even with Linca’s shikigami, it takes a full day to make the round trip to the swamp. And now that Umar’s turned on us, they might try to track our moves or send assassins.”
”If Arminus comes after us, that’ll be a big problem,” Kian muttered.
”Yeah. Lady Sarah and Linca have some clever ideas, but really, the best way is to hit faraway threats with magic before they can move,” Rufna said.
”But if you can only get Pesta’s bacteria during this ceasefire… then this might be our only shot,” Kian said, rubbing his chin.
”That’s right,” Rufna nodded. “Arminus turned Umar down using the ceasefire as the reason. Even so, this is risky. I’ll report it, but in the end, I’ll leave the call to you, Master. Just… please don’t push too hard.”
”Got it,” Kian said. “Thanks for telling me.”
Rufna gave him a soft smile, then gently touched her stomach over her shirt.
”Have you eaten right? Don’t tell me you’ve gone since last night without food.”
”Natra gave me lunch,” Kian replied, scratching his cheek.
”And breakfast? Dinner?”
”Skipped both.”
”You really are impossible,” Rufna sighed. “There’s still some time before the meeting. Eat now. If you wait till after, you won’t eat until tomorrow morning.”
”You too,” Kian said, narrowing his eyes. “Make sure to take proper breaks on your day off.”
”It’s fine,” Rufna replied, standing up. “I’ll slip into a quiet place near the tavern and grab something quick.”
”That’s good. Be a little late if you have to. Just stuff yourself full,” Kian said, patting her back.
Rufna slapped him lightly on the shoulder and then dropped down into the water hole nearby. With a magic bow in one hand, she started drawing symbols onto the outer wall.
(Elf magic defense wall, huh…)
Even as he watched her, Kian frowned a little.
(Is she even eating herself? She hasn’t slept either…)
’After the meeting, tell her to take care of herself…’
(I will.)
He nodded to the guard and walked off.
The meeting would start at 7 p.m.
Now it was 6 p.m.
Back at the office, Kian dug into his backpack and pulled out some emergency rations. He sat down and started eating fast. Yesterday, he had told everyone to come up with at least one plan against Arminus. He couldn’t show up empty-handed.
He needed to figure something out—before the meeting.
* * *
7 p.m.
No one was late.
The second war council began on time.
The place was the same as before—the old Owl group’s former office.
While Kian had gone to greet the regular army earlier that day, the old butlers had fixed the broken balcony door. Now, there were no signs left of the previous attack.
Kian looked around the room, feeling a strange warmth from the now draft-free office.
The setting sun lit the balcony, and in front of Kian stood eleven shadows.
Natra, Rufna, Sarah, Linca, Serena.
Gary and Homork III from the holy knights.
Lord Bertrand and the old witch Marilyn, both newcomers.
Gunter, once Owl’s knight.
And the old butlers.
The butlers had only come to help serve food and take care of small things—they weren’t part of the meeting itself.
So the real number in the meeting, including Kian, was eleven.
Without a big greeting, the group jumped straight into the Arminus planning meeting.
Since Bertrand and Marilyn hadn’t had time to make plans, they stayed quiet to listen.
The remaining nine would each present a strategy.
”My idea is this,” Kian said, stepping forward.
He pointed to a battlefield map pinned to the small, wheeled blackboard.
”Arminus will likely avoid big spells and sneak around the sides. While the other tribes attack head-on, he and a small group will try to strike from behind. But the spot we’re guarding has man-made rivers on both sides. If they want to flank us, they’ll need to cross water.”
Kian circled in front of the map and pointed again.
”Based on the river’s depth, the enemy can only cross here and here. We’ll plant blast bombs at both spots. When they step on them, the ground will blow. They’ll think it’s an ambush, but really, the bombs will hit them first. Even Arminus won’t walk away from that unharmed. And once they’re weakened—our fighters will move in for the finish.”
Rufna stepped in and raised her voice.
”Let’s not shoot down any idea too soon. Let’s keep thinking of more.”
She looked around at the group, then turned back to the map.
”I get what Master’s saying with the blast bomb plan. It’s smart. Mine’s a bit like it. On battle day, we’ll have Master’s Wing, Cain, and Milady Sarah’s golems fly above and keep track of Arminus’s moves. Then…”
She clapped her hands and made fists.
”We’ll hit them from far away with heavy magic. Milady Sarah and Linca can now shoot over twice as far. Milady Sarah especially can fire rapid spells. If the three of us blast together, no warrior can stand in it. It’s a bit brute force, but I say we just keep shooting till they’re down.”
Homork III stepped beside Gary and cleared his throat, keeping his back straight.
”Gary and I want to speak about the magic fortress,” he said, his voice even. “We plan to build it on the hill.”
Gary took over quickly, nodding as he spoke.
”We’ll make a double wall,” Gary explained, lifting his hand to draw an invisible shape in the air. “The first wall—where Arminus and his men will try to grab on—will be filled with a sticky liquid. Once they land on it, they’ll be stuck like rats in a trap.”
He pulled out a folded paper from his pocket and showed it to everyone.
”This is the recipe for the sticky liquid,” Gary said, tapping the page. “It smells weird—enough to mess with the Beastmen’s nose or even make them dizzy. Sometimes we play around with it just for fun… Just joking.”
Later, Gunter and Serena also shared their thoughts. But none of their ideas had anything to do with attacking Arminus directly. Instead, they wanted to set traps around their land to protect it.
Natra, on the other hand, stood tall and firm. She said she would fight Arminus face-to-face. She even showed her special attack style from the Black Panther Tribe—step by step, with full spirit—but… honestly, nobody really followed it.
Only Talia gave her a nod and said, “Hmm, it might work. You planned well.”
But the others in the meeting room looked confused, or even cold. Natra’s voice didn’t reach them. Her face turned a little red, and she stepped back with her hands behind her back, mumbling, “That’s all…”
After that, I should talk to her and make her feel better.
Kian didn’t fully understand Natra’s plan either. But he thought: *If anyone can beat Arminus alone, maybe it’s her.*
Somehow—maybe—she could see the way Arminus moved, even when Kian and Sarah couldn’t.
Rufna and Linca probably couldn’t keep up with Juji’s movements.
But Kian could react to Juji. In a way, that might be the same.
* * *
In the end, since Natra couldn’t actually see Arminus’s movements yet, Kian couldn’t say anything for sure.
”Now, it’s my turn,” Linca said softly as she walked to the middle of the group.
She turned her white cloak with a spin and opened a crack in the air. From that space, the large head of Mizuchi appeared—sharp and silent.
She reached into its mouth and pulled out a giant stone tablet.
”Before the real battle begins, I want to draw Arminus and the other strong ones out,” Linca said, placing the tablet on the table. “Then we can take them down before the fight starts.”
”Is something like that even possible?” Gunter asked, looking stunned.
Linca nodded and pointed at the tablet with one finger.
The stone tablet glowed faintly.
With a low hum, the earth magic took hold—and the tablet floated.
Several stone pillars shot up from it in rows, making a strange shape.
It looked like a battle formation.
Her long, pale legs moved as she walked around the tablet, her black eastern dress brushing the floor.
”This is an ancient trap from the East,” Linca said. “It’s called the Stone Soldier Eight Arrays.”
”Stone Soldier Eight Arrays?” Sarah repeated, raising her brow.
”We make a lot of stone pillars that look the same,” Linca explained calmly. “The enemy gets confused and trapped. Beneath it, there’s magic that messes up their sense of direction. They won’t know where to go. They’ll just keep walking in circles.”
She paused for a moment, her voice lowering slightly.
”And there’s more… I’ll guide Arminus near the swamp or the Nordende River,” she added. “Once he’s inside, I’ll use water magic to flood it with fast currents and drag him under.”
”But how will you make sure he goes there?” Kian asked from the side.
To Kian, the formation looked odd—like a puzzle too hard to solve. Even as a beginner, he could tell Arminus might notice it and stay away. It might catch scouts or weaker units, but Arminus wouldn’t fall for it so easily.
”I’ll use Sir Kian as bait,” Linca said without blinking.
”I see,” Kian added. “You want me to kill like I did to Isthbaran.”
”Wait—Lord Kian beat Isthbaran?” Gunter asked, stunned.
Gary and Homork III both looked at Kian with wide eyes, their mouths slightly open.
”Yes,” Kian said, nodding once. “That’s why we don’t need a new plan for Isthbaran in the third strategy meeting.”
”…Then maybe Lady Natra can defeat Arminus too?” Lord Bertrand asked, tilting his head.
”Honestly, I didn’t get Lady Natra’s full plan,” Bertrand added, glancing down. “But looking at her, she might be stronger than Lord Kian. So maybe we can just trust her with it.”
”You should think about the body differences between them before saying that,” Gunter muttered with a frown. “To be plain, Lord Kian looks stronger.”
”But battles aren’t about muscle,” Kian said, shaking his head. “Strategy decides the winner. Arguing who’s stronger doesn’t help.”
”That’s exactly what Natra said,” someone pointed out. “Also, it’s still Linca’s turn.”
”My turn’s done,” Linca said, folding her arms. “Sir Kian only needs to tell the alliance to meet at a certain place on a certain day—just say he wants to fight Arminus. Arminus will come for sure. Then we hide a Golem with Kian’s scent in the formation. That’ll pull in the Black Panthers.”
”What if Arminus runs away after entering?” Kian asked.
”He won’t,” Linca said, shaking her head slowly. “I’ll be there too. Once he steps inside, I’ll use ‘Penetration’ between the stone pillars and end it.”
With that, Linca packed up her stone tablet and stepped back.
Then, Sarah moved forward and stood in her place.
”I will make it rain,” she said, her eyes clear.
”Rain?” Kian asked.
”Yes, that’s right,” Sarah replied with a nod.
”The reason he’s so dangerous is because of his speed,” she said. “If we cast it and make it rain, we can slow him down.”
”Will rain really make that much difference?” Gunter asked, raising an eyebrow. “Sure, wet ground makes running hard, but…”
”I get it now,” Linca murmured under her breath. “The enemy’s speed turns against him when it rains. He’ll crash into the drops like they’re bullets,”
”Exactly, Ms. Linca,” Sarah said with a nod. Then she looked at the others. “Has anyone ever seen someone fall from very high into water?”
”I have,” Rufna spoke up. “A man fell into the Azrael Sea. It was about seventy meters. He didn’t survive.”
”That’s it,” Sarah said, raising a finger. “Water may seem soft, but at high speed, it hits like stone. Arminus runs that fast. If he smashes into rain, his body will take damage from all sides.”
She tapped near her eyes.
”If even one weak spot isn’t fully protected, it could be fatal. And if he slows down, we’ll have time to attack from all sides and finish it.”
”That’s a strong plan,” Talia said next to Kian, nodding deeply. “If we make it rain, his special attack—the ‘Shadow Pursuit’—can’t be used. That’s the weakness I missed before. A total blind spot.”
”Ms. Linca’s idea of using Kian as bait works for this too,” Sarah added. “So I also suggest we get rid of Arminus before the real battle starts. He’s too unpredictable to leave alone.”
Notes:
• Linca – Jibril’s favorite girl. High-ranking warrior monk woman from Shin, with strong abilities like ignoring attacks and poisons.
• Bertrand – The recent knight recruited by Maribel from bandit. He is from boar tribe and have goblin-like face.
• Marilyn – Female. An elderly witch who uses a hoarse voice. She is versatile, skilled in basic magic, teleportation gates, and large-scale group chants. Despite her age, she is sturdy and capable of frontline combat. She acts as a mentor figure to Botti and Aerial.
• Arminus – Male. Leader of the Black Panther Tribe. Possesses extraordinary physical abilities, enhanced by the tribe’s unique technique that repels energy and magic attacks. His speed and strength surpass those of High Warlord Isthbaran. Wields the magic sword Balmung, capable of cleaving through an ice dragon with a single strike. His black fur provides camouflage in low visibility, making him nearly undetectable. Relationship: Leader of the Beastmen Alliance’s delegation.
• Fraus – Male. Son of Arminus. Member of the Black Panther Tribe. Shares his father’s enhanced physical abilities and combat prowess. Relationship: Subordinate and family to Arminus.
• Mag – The wolfwoman under Yelmar—the one who was caught by Kian’s group earlier.
• Serena – Wolfmen Girl
• Gunter – Male. One of Owl’s knights, fully armored in a turtle-like appearance. He is easily distracted by Linca’s charm and struggles to maintain professionalism. His relationship with Owl is one of a subordinate, and he is often scolded for his behavior.
• Juji – Male. Leader of the Wolfmen’s ‘Jinsou’. A skilled warrior with sharp senses and combat abilities. Relationship: Part of the Beastmen Alliance’s delegation.
• Isthbaran – The High Warlord of the ‘Storm Herd.’
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