A Plan
"One can handle ten, are you sure about that?" Arthur didn't want arrogance to stand between Doaf and the right assessment here.
He wasn't considering only his own safety or the academy's, but the other task he had in mind.
"I'm not exaggerating," Doaf proudly declared, "my men are the elites our grandmaster has. We can't be compared to some rogue assassins. Don't worry young master, your safety is in good hands."
"Good," Arthur nodded before adding, "then fifty stationed here will be enough."
"F- Fifty?!" Mr. E hurried to interrupt, "but this is far from enough."
"They are able to handle five hundred enemies," Arthur helplessly said, "do you think more will come at the academy?"
"I think we should station a hundred," Mr. E asked again about the same number in mind.