Chapter 307

Battle to Reclaim the Trade Guild in Galette County
Our group, alongside Marquis Vardmoi’s direct forces, advanced through the city and arrived near the Trade Guild.
Naturally, this brought us face-to-face with the troops surrounding the guild.
Since we were marching under Marquis Vardmoi's banner, our identity was clear.
The opposing troops immediately raised their shields, creating a tense, explosive atmosphere.

Ah, someone’s coming out from their side.
It’s a man on a warhorse, with an air of authority.

“Who are you, and where did you come from? To whom do you belong?!”

“You can tell our affiliation by the banner. Or don’t you even know the crests of noble houses within our kingdom?”

“What did you say? Such things can easily be forged!”

“... Are you seriously saying that?”

Mr. Gyan seemed exasperated, a sentiment shared by everyone here.
Forging a flag bearing a noble family’s crest invites severe punishment.
Does he not understand the gravity of such an accusation?

“Well, no matter. Talking to you here is a waste of time. We are Marquis Vardmoi’s direct forces, here in response to a request for reinforcements from the Trade Guild in Galette County.”

“Marquis Vardmoi? Why would Marquis Vardmoi involve himself with another territory’s Trade Guild?”

“One reason is that our domain’s official merchant deliver goods to this Guild. Additionally, we heard that someone is attempting to steal the money our lord entrusted to Young lady Conniette. Thus, we decided to send troops. If you refuse to stand down, we are prepared to fight.”

“How insolent! Soldiers, these are invaders from another territory! Capture them at once, or kill them if you must!”

So, that man is their commander.
But his bravado isn’t shared by his troops—they look frightened.
Their equipment is just swords and leather armor, while ours includes full plate armor, spears, and shields.
The difference in quality is stark.
Even if it comes to a fight, it’s unlikely we’ll sustain any losses.

“What are you waiting for? Attack them now!”

“B-but...”

“What are you afraid of? Are you not soldiers directly under Lord Modwoir?!”

Ah, so they are indeed soldiers serving Young lady Conniette’s elder brother.
With that confirmed, there’s no more need for talk.

“Talat, Kiblinki Saltas, take care of them!”

(Got it!)

(Leave it to us.)

“What is this?! A spider monster?! Argh!”

Every single one of Modwoir’s soldiers was ensnared in Talat’s web, immobilized.
Meanwhile, the Kiblinki Saltas spread out to deal with any soldiers who might be hiding near the back gate or surrounding areas.
Perfect, a flawless subjugation!

“As expected, against Talat, human soldiers are nothing more than dust.”

“Did you say something, Mr. Gyan?”

“No, I was just reflecting on our own powerlessness. More importantly, could we separate the captured soldiers one by one?”

“Understood. Talat, please handle it.”

Following instructions, Talat rewrapped the captured soldiers individually, separating them.
Now, they’re bound in cocoons with only their heads sticking out.

Speaking of which, what will happen to that fine horse?
Well, I don’t need it.

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