A gloomy atmosphere surrounded Danyum’s army at the sad news that came from Deimerit.

Danyum’s commander in chief, Yubaim Dolan, urgently gathered the generals of each military unit. They were all aristocrats of Danyum and descendants of the founders of the country. And that was also the case for Yubaim, who was above all of them.

The lower half of Yubaim’s body was covered in wiry hair like that of a goat and was considered to be composed of strong muscles. Yubaim also wore armor which made his upper body look even bulkier, and he had a beard like a goat. By Satyrs' standards, Yubaim was a beautiful man.

Yubaim said with a deep voice, “How is the morale of the army?”

As it wasn’t a question directed at a specific person, all the generals replied.

“Not good.”

“Many are sad that His Majesty, who was a sage king, has passed away.”

“Deimerit is not simply the capital. It was a city that hadn’t ever been attacked until now.”

“And above all…”

Everyone turned to the general who was about to speak. Because the general was bringing up the matter that all the other generals had hesitated to talk about.

“They are terrified that there is an enemy apostle who...