"That's still better than passing through Orland territory. Even if Caso has been forced into becoming a puppet of the North, we're just a fleeing band. At least he wouldn't make things difficult for us…"
Sangertan spoke with a furrowed brow and said, "If Ustato is not navigable, then we'll head to the Southern Mountain Territory, passing through Ablo's land. It's just a longer detour. Anyway, at this point, who's a Royalist and who's a rebel is meaningless to us."
Meaningless indeed. Thinking of the mighty Undead Army flying the banner of King Aviout, Sangertan couldn't help but feel hatred.
Every last bit of this!
The invasion of the Northerners!
The emergence of the Undead Calamity!
It was all triggered by that old bastard's eastern crusade!
Sangertan's heart burned with rage at the thought of the fall of his family's Earldom. If Orland bore four-tenths of the blame, then that old bastard Aviout carried six-tenths of the burden!
