About a week went by while we laid the groundwork for the market.
We passed the time without incident, going about the same daily routines as before.
First, the Sagittarius front.
"Nothing to report on the Sagittarius front. We intercept them at the dungeon entrance and they can't move an inch."
Gremory's division, the Legion of Pride, was tormenting House Sagittarius with overwhelming force.
Rather than keep losing weapons to us, the dwarves started fielding even better quality gear, and the count's house aggressively hired adventurers and mercenaries and threw stronger forces at us.
But we held. Allocen's dungeon had been thoroughly remodeled into a battlefield built for killing and capturing, and we stripped their equipment off them.
Second, our dungeons as a whole.
"Not a single one of them has tried an uprising, somehow."
Not one demon had picked a fight with any dungeon currently belonging to our legion. Since Andromalius's uprising, nobody had laid a finger on us.
