At the mention of someone occupying their territory, Rosalia became extremely displeased, swinging her greatsword around to vent her frustration.
Turnip Village seemed to have developed a faint trace of urbanization.
"They really should be taught some rules. Go ahead and head there first, but don't act rashly. Wait until I send the troops, then we'll decide the next move."
"Alright. Honestly, I could handle it alone, but you're the one in charge."
Phield wasn't worried that she couldn't win. What he feared was that if Rosalia were left to her own devices, she might treat the villagers like dessert and kill them all.
That very night, Phield assembled all the demi-human cavalry in the territory. He brought along two wagons loaded with infantry and ten spare warhorses, and they set off immediately.
Thanks to his younger brother's "assistance," the territory now had enough warhorses for every soldier to ride one.
Unfortunately, only a handful of them actually knew how to ride.
