A day later in Beastled.
"Sir, they seem to have moved their troops to the border. They are insisting on wanting to negotiate with us." A man with big wolf ears knelt in front of the boy in front of him.
He was a boy of approximately 16 years of age. The fox ears on his head and the big tail dangling behind him showed that he was a beastmen.
This was the new king of Beastled.
"Fuck, what are they want?" The boy was not very fond of doing this type of negotiation, he expected something else. Does he want Southlein would decide to attack his country with all his strength?
If something like that happened they would be in for a big surprise.
"They want us to withdraw, then they will send a messenger to speak with you, that's what they want."
"Do they want to talk? Isn't that weird? If they just wanted to talk, they wouldn't have sent soldiers to the border."
"Sorry sir, but this is a normal thing to do."
"What?"