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Gottval hurried in the rain under the guidance of the warrior.
The alliance's camp was quiet. Even those drinking were silent as if they were in mourning. In the corner of the cluster of tents, there was even a talk of rising up for Urich.
If Samikan had considered the future of the alliance, he should not have ended the internal strife the way he did. Though the visible division was stitched, for now, nothing had changed underneath the surface. It was uncertain when things might go wrong again.
'An imperfect organization like this can’t be led for much longer.'
Gottval narrowed his eyes. He saw the future of the barbarians. It was a group that would likely collapse if morale dropped or if there was even a slight lack of justification for staying together.
In contrast, the imperial army moved as if they were a single entity. Unity was their strongest weapon. They were soldiers bonded by a sense of duty, not desire.
'Is this… a good thing? But if things stay this way, many will die, whether they are the plunderers or imperial soldiers.'
Gottval followed the warrior to the cell where Urich was confined. He saw Urich who was slouching against the wooden bars.
"I heard you called for me. Urich?"
Gottval looked into Urich's eyes from the other side of the bars. Urich's cloudy eyes were staring into the darkness.
"Gottval... do you know of Ulgaro?" Urich spoke with an uneasy voice.
"Yes, I have heard of him. He is the northern god who oversees war."
Gottval grabbed the bars. The wood's grain was solid.
"That Ulgaro is coming to take me."
Urich's lips were quivering as he spoke. Gottval tilted his head puzzled and reached through the bars to...
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