"That's not a problem," he simply said, as they two kept moving around the village, "after this battle, I will ask Froki to select capable generals and saints from my army and dispatch them for your service."
"N-No, that's unnecessary," she hurriedly refused, feeling more odd to his offer and generosity, despite having some happiness from his offer.
"Don't," Ibro firmly said, "or else I won't feel relieved seeing you vulnerable again like this," he added, "If things went as planned, I intend to leave a garrison to defend you here."
Noda looked away as she pointed towards the increasingly growing skeletons. "Army of them?"
Ibro looked towards the direction she pointed at, before he shook his head as he asked:
"What about them?"
"I like the dragons, those flying things, also those giant things walking on four legs, I like them too. If you are going to leave an army of them here, I will be much appreciated."