A sturdy barrack, located close to the fortress walls, was heavily guarded by several mercenaries. Ghislain entered without hesitation, swinging the door open. Inside, a group of people lay sprawled across the floor, their eyes hollow and exhausted.

“Good job, Alfoy and your friends,” Ghislain said.

It was none other than Alfoy and the other mages.

The reason Ghislain had been able to track the enemy’s movements lay with them.

“Ugh... damn it...” Alfoy tried to raise his hand in protest, but he collapsed again, too exhausted from overexerting himself.

Ghislain smiled warmly at them. “Thanks to you, we held …