The inner wall, in the Pagar Mountains.
Tents had been set up on the hillside where everyone was gathered. In the most brightly colored golden royal tent, Ulita sat on the seat of honor, her small face full of anger, “These witcher families are indeed as my father said. They are unreliable. The situation is so urgent, yet they are still not willing to attack with all their strength. Do they think I don’t know what they are thinking? HMPH!”
“Your Highness, you have to hold your breath!”A white-bearded old man said, “They are not willing to attack. They must be suspecting that this god’s corpse is not real. They want to know the location of the real God’s corpse from Your Highness. Once they know, the danger will be even greater.”
“What do you mean by real or fake? This is real!”Ulita’s eyes flickered and she immediately rebuked angrily.