The Hero King, Reincarnate to Master the Art of War

Back at the center of the encampment.

At first, the group simply parked the Flygear Carrier in a clearing in the forest where they could be sheltered from the wind and snow, and pitched their tents around it, but now several temporary but considerably large houses were being built to accommodate the people who stayed there.

Although, considering that the number of people who gathered there was growing by the day all thanks to Prince Lahti’s reputation for opening up Lekrea, there were still not enough houses. However, that was also within calculation, and the construction of the foundation of the castle that could accommodate a considerable number of people was well underway.

There was already enough human resources to build such an infrastructure. They numbered no less than a hundred. Maybe even several hundreds. And there was enough food stockpiled to feed them, thanks to the meat from Vufailbane. It would probably last from a few months to a year.

That was enough to survive for the time being, and by the time the rations ran out, the food situation Tiffany and her goons brought to the surrounding area would be a thing of the past.

The commotion was taking place in one of the houses built with logs. It was the house that Inglis and her friends were using for sleeping. It was surrounded by a large number of people, their voices filled with anger. In front of them, a group of knights under Lahti were standing as a barrier to protect the person inside the house.

The person was, of course, Pullum. The mass insisted that Pullum’s presence, her being the relative of someone who had looted and destroyed their lives, was unacceptable. Leone was by Pullum’s side, nestled in close to be her support.

「I’m really sorry. I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!」

Pullum continued to kowtow again and again to the people, eyes red with a stream of tears, but that wasn’t enough to disperse the commotion.