The first ones returning to the garrison camp were the Independent Nobles, like Henry's group. With their soldiers and Attendants busy cleaning up the battlefield, they returned in small groups.
The first thing everyone did upon returning to their tents was have a serving girl help them wash up. They were covered in sticky, uncomfortable blood.
'It was anyone's guess how many minor nobles had died, but they didn't really care. So what if some of their peers were dead? They weren't family. Maybe one of them was a minor noble from a neighboring fief? If so, perhaps they could declare war once they got back.'
「That night.」
The military camp was quiet. Even with the return of the main force and the two rescued Legions, there were no celebratory gatherings. They needed rest, and the wails of the wounded left no one in the mood for celebration.
「The next day, at the crack of dawn.」
After the four Legions merged their encampments, an air of activity filled the sprawling camp.
