Unlike Arabion's army, their camp consisted of multiple tents.
'Eight nobles, thirty-five knights...'
Turan accurately grasped the situation within the camp using his holy relic's senses.
The unusually high ratio of nobles was probably because their goal was submission rather than conquest.
Entering the camp while concealed, he could see a large woman handing over Bize, which she held in one hand, to a noble man with black hair.
Her mana was slightly over half of what Turan currently possessed, making her quite powerful among the heads of ordinary wizard houses.
She seemed to be the commander of this camp.
"What's this now, Sister?"
"A magical beast. Caught it while passing by. Keep it confined well."
"It's much stronger and fiercer than it looks. Look at this, I got scratched here."
A noble who seemed to be her companion showed off by revealing his forearm.