Garion smirked as he watched Arden walk back calmly.
He tilted his head slightly toward the others. "So? What do you think?"
He crossed his arms. "My disciples are strong, right?"
There was a short silence.
Several warriors from the Drakenfel Clan looked at Fenric lying in the distance… then back at Arden… then at the rest of the God Gym group.
One of them cleared his throat. "…That one is strong."
Another nodded. "Yeah. But still…"
He frowned slightly. "The number you brought is too few."
He pointed toward the other armies. "At least bring hundreds. Even elites can be overwhelmed."
Another warrior added, "This is war, not a duel."
Garion listened quietly. Then he shrugged. "I already said it. Don't worry."
His tone was calm, almost casual.
That only made some of them frown more.
Clark adjusted his glasses and looked at Garion with interest. "…You're very confident."
Floren chuckled softly. "I like this kind of confidence, but confidence alone won't win a war."
