For the past three weeks, as expected, the wolves did not return to attack the village.
The captains followed Lumberling's standing orders: no expeditions beyond the village. For now, their focus was solely on training and recovery.
One morning, Krivex arrived with a report, his expression calm but his words weighty.
"My Lord, troubling news. Our golden eagles have spotted another group of monsters migrating into the forest—and judging by the scouts' sketches, they're bears."
Lumberling raised an eyebrow. "Bears?"
Krivex nodded. "I've already dispatched ground scouts to confirm their numbers and behavior. They should return in a few hours."
"Bears, huh… that's troublesome." Lumberling leaned back, fingers drumming on the armrest of his chair. "If they're anything like the ones from the deep forest, they'll have at least one Quasi-Knight among them."
He sighed. "Damn it. Couldn't they just stick with their kin?"
