By the time Ewen awakened from his unconscious state, two days had already passed since the attack on Intelar.

There were still over 7,000 freemen left, and at the moment, they were all occupying a set of barracks within the city. Truth be told, it was far more accurate to describe the situation that they were in as imprisonment rather than occupation. The soldiers of Intelar were constantly patrolling the area around the barracks, but under Lana's instructions, they had refrained from stripping the freemen of their weapons. This was to give the freemen a sense of security. If they were ordered to surrender their weapons, there was a chance that they would revolt in a fit of desperation.

Ewen and Moustache were also both in the encampment. Moustache's injuries were less severe, so he had already woken up the day before. As soon as he had first opened his eyes, he had spotted a pair of delicate pacing back and forth within the tent. His gaze roamed upward over the woman's legs and up her waist, but as soon as he caught sight of the flowing red locks spilling down her back, he was so frightened that he immediately closed his eyes.

This was the same demonic woman who had incinerated...