The battle was going quite well. Very, very well... Much better than anyone had expected.
Only a thousand, maybe two thousand, magical monsters had appeared and been destroyed. This was truly strange. According to the villagers, at least five thousand magical monsters come here every year.
The only reason the villagers had managed to survive so far was because of the fairy race living in the forest. After all, fairies were creatures more prone to magic than even elves, though not as much as dragons. Of course, this was enough to explain how they had managed to hide themselves.
Luke hadn't asked because he didn't want to know, but... when he was told the number of magical beasts, he became curious.
Why would the fairies, who didn't like humans, go out of their way to protect them? It really didn't make any sense.
