Pain Apathy

It was the next day.

"How is the situation outside?" the scholar asked.

He was standing on the corner with a maid of the pavilion in front of him.

"It's bad, my Lord," the maid reported, hugging the intricate wooden tray tightly against her chest. "Lord Istvan sent a few dozen of our soldiers to trace out into the Black Rift—and crossed the people from the Arcalen House scouting our surroundings. Four survived but three got eaten by the Voidal Monsters"

Upon hearing this, the scholar sighed.

People were dying even before the real battle started.

Since he was stuck here babysitting Rex, he needed to rely on this maid for information.

Just as he was about to dismiss the maid, she had more to say.