The brief exchange with the rangers ended on a joyful note.
The knights who had traveled thousands of miles from various parts of Orland, spurred by just a single summons, were chivalrous men like Larian—straightforward and righteous. With sincerity, interactions with them were remarkably easy.
However, they were puzzled about the whereabouts of the disaster that everyone had been summoned to confront and where they should go to eliminate the vast hordes of Undead mentioned by Larian.
Leon could only offer some reassurance to these eager brave souls. This crisis wasn't something a few martial artists could resolve single-handedly. For now, the soldiers of Avalon had just returned from conscription, physically and mentally fatigued, unable to immediately commit to battles far afield. Moreover, there were still some rangers on their journey who had yet to arrive.
