The battle was over. The Noctein cavalry that attacked the camp was almost completely annihilated, and only a few survived and fled. It had been a miraculous defense of the garrison. However, the sacrifices made for victory were too great.

The 22nd Regiment had fought desperately without giving up until the end, and more than half of them had fallen in battle. Likewise, the cavalry that so bravely rode out of the garrison to shatter the enemy’s fighting spirit lost half of its forces. It was unknown how much worse the casualties would have been if the priests from the surrounding territories did not come to offer support so soon after the battle.

“Thank you. Thank you. If it weren’t for you, those guys wouldn’t have been able to see another day. I’m sure you haven’t been able to sleep at all, so please go get some rest. It would be a shame if such good people collapsed from overwork.”

The haggard-looking priest waved his hand as the senior infantry captain repeatedly thanked them in place of his fallen commanders.

“No. We’re not so frail as to collapse from this much work.”

The priest’s words weren’t simply false bravado. The healers had dark shadows under their eyes after staying up for two days, but even...