The northern Bone Forest.
Inside the Southern Legion's Commander's Tent.
A dozen or so delicate, pitiable goblin girls looked at Lian, their eyes filled with hope.
Having lived among the human Guards for some time, they had witnessed the power of the Human Legion firsthand. They had even seen it annihilate every last one of the fearsome Northern Tree Monsters.
If the Human Legion was willing to help their people, they were certain they could protect their home and drive back the Corpse Monsters—vicious beasts that would devour a goblin, bones and all.
Lian didn't respond to the girls' request directly. His brow was furrowed and his expression was grave, giving him the distinct air of a Superior.
This gave the purple-haired goblin girl second thoughts.
"I'm sorry, my Lord. I was too greedy. You've already saved us; you have no obligation to save our people. This is our own affair."
The purple-haired goblin girl said, lowering her head.
