“They just swept through it all. Even Bemos wasn’t as bad as this…” Edmund muttered with a frown as he looked around at the ransacked village.

“Hmm…” Eugene carefully examined the village. They had stopped by to replenish their quickly dwindling food and supplies due to the addition of three hundred cavalries to the expedition. He hadn’t expected to procure enough supplies to replenish their entire supply but had hoped to restock to a certain extent.

“This is rather troublesome,” Eugene muttered softly while looking over the ruins. He could see crumbling wooden walls and fences, as well as houses partly eaten away by fire. The various household items spread across the ground, and the dark brown stains of blood seemed to tell the tragedy of that day. At least several hundreds of monsters had to have attacked the village.

“Your Majesty!”

A group of cavalry returned after scouting around the village.

“There are ruts from wagon wheels and horses' hoofprints. It appears that some of the residents succeeded in escaping.”

“Hmm,” Eugene thought for a moment, then turned around.

“Sir Blanc. Where is the largest village closest to here?” he asked.

Blanc answered with a pale expression, “It’s Byrne. It’s the village...