Eugene became more convinced of his intuition during his journey to the Tywin territory.

Kuwuuugh! Kyaaahk!

Roamers collapsed under the swords and spears of the elven knights as blood and organs spilled everywhere. Not a single kobold survived among the group of more than forty kobolds.

“This is a little strange,” one of the elven knights commented while wiping away the blood and flesh from his blade.

“Your Majesty is the highest noble of the Dark Clan, so why are the kobolds attacking us? Lower-rank roamers don’t even think of attacking a group with a banneret, no, even a lord,” the knight continued, and the other elven knights nodded with stiff expressions.

Roamers were monsters that had been freed from the evil energy unique to evil lands. As a result, they were weaker and less aggressive compared to their counterparts in evil lands, and they displayed similar behaviors to wild animals. If they judged their enemy to be stronger than them, roamers wouldn’t attack first. However, roamers had attacked Eugene’s group on three separate occasions so far, even though there were seven elven knights and an exalted vampire noble in their group.

“And even if kobolds move around in herds, it is quite rare to see as many as fifty of them together.”

“And that’s only counting the number of monsters that attacked us. So, there should be more than a hundred of them in total, including the females and the cubs left behind in their cave, right? Your Majesty, are such things common on the continent?”...