Beep. 

-Name: Monmider.

-Age: 42.

-Sex: Male.

-Species: Human.

-Title: Militia Leader of the Heins Territory; substitute for administrative work.

-Status Effect: Severe exhaustion.

-Notes: Experienced sword warrior; has the talent of a knight.

-Current emotion: Confusion; surprise; distrust toward the castor; worried about the kidnapped residents; concerned about the drying land.

‘So much worry and concern.’

Monmider’s low level of education most likely meant that all he learned was how to read and write, but he was the one who sustained the land until now with long years of experience.

‘He is talented enough to be hired.’ After having that thought, Davey asked, “There were some marks on the way here. They’re from the goblins invading the palace, correct?”

“Th… That is correct.”

“Why was your line of defense broken?” Davey asked calmly. There were a lot of goblins, but the militia had a palace—even though it was a run-down one. Yet, their defense was broken. Davey was not criticizing Monmider but just asking; however, it felt like he was having difficulty even talking to the latter. He explained himself, “I’m not criticizing...