I pointed to the count's castle and said, "Let's have lunch over there today."

Doomstone readily nodded. "Then we should bring the owner of the house along, right? Hmm, should I leave those knights and soldiers behind?"

The knights seemed more dead than alive and seemed like it would be difficult for them to hold a sword moving forward, while the soldiers seemed to have fainted from the impact.

At my concern, Doomstone grabbed the count by the collar, who’d turned into an idiot, and said, "No. I can take them all."

"Are you going to tie them up with a rope and drag them?”

If you estimated that an adult weighed 60 kilograms, with 21 people, it would weigh 1,260 kilograms in total. I don’t know about the soldiers, but the knights who went around with the fat count were trained enough to walk around casually in those heavy armors. I didn't think they’d be only 60 kilograms, so wouldn't it be more than 1.5 tons?

"Well, you don't seem like you’d have trouble dragging them, but we don't have a rope.” I voice my concern.

I thought it wouldn’t be impossible for a Crow to drag them. But just now, the city...