"Of course, Mr. Colin," the butler said with a smile. "We're very pleased that you've agreed. If everyone is on board, please head to the Weston Clan's city manor. We'll use a Teleportation Array to send you all directly to the forward castle, so you can reach the front lines right away."
"Alright. We'll be ready soon," Colin nodded.
Three days after his conversation with the butler, Colin was brushing his teeth in the bathroom one morning when he suddenly heard a loud BANG BANG BANG at the door.
The noise agitated the little owl perched on the towel rack. It hopped from side to side a few times, as if urging Colin to deal with the source of the racket.
"Coming!"
Colin wiped his face with a towel and walked to the door. When he opened it, he saw Kase had returned.
The Half-Orc's boots were still caked with mud; it was obvious he had just rushed back.
"What's up?" Colin asked, rubbing his wet hair with the towel.
