Tarutul downed the tea in his hand which was contained in a cup practically the size of a beer mug.

“Yes. They were looking for the horse heads.”

“Hmm…”

Before his departure, Raven had ordered his soldiers to fire an arrow with the letter attached announcing his planned visit from the orc’s territory. Since then, he hadn’t ordered anyone into the centaur’s territory.

That meant…

“Outsider…”

“Yes. There was a sorcerer with them too. They erased their presence before heading into the centaur’s land. That’s why I was only able to realize when they were exiting the forest.”

“Mm…”

This was a serious situation, and Raven’s forehead creased in thought. The two races that controlled the Ancona Forest were the orcs and the centaurs. That’s why Raven had the griffons flying around as scouts outside the forest in case of unexpected visitors, while the orc warriors were with him. But the griffons never reported anything suspicious, and Tarutul, a druid, had not been aware of their presence until the end. An armed force had snuck in and out of Ancona Forest.

“Did they wear any symbols? Or perhaps anything to identify...