Outside the defense line.
Captain Carroll crossed his arms, his face dark as he watched the scene before him.
Especially as he saw the Night Watcher Warriors issue tasks with unquestionable authority, naturally and smoothly to several guard captains.
His brow subtly, almost imperceptibly, furrowed, a deep discontent visible between his eyes.
He genuinely disliked such a scene.
Those guards belonged to the Kingdom, belonged to the Lord of this land.
In his view, the Night Watchers had no qualification to presumptuously command.
This gave the impression of openly interfering in another country's military affairs.
The guards accepted orders without issue, working with exceptional smoothness, executing flawlessly.
It was as if they didn't even know who their true superior was.
The heavy armor made a slight friction sound with his movement, and he finally spoke, his tone nakedly, unrestrainedly dissatisfied, with a hint of deliberate provocation:
