Shedding Pretense

The battlefield raged on fiercely as casualties topped on one another like snow piling on and on in the cold winter. The air filled with the pungent smell of blood and the sound of screams as well as war cries made the ears numb as Klein watched the horrid scene coldly, with a frown on his striking face. 

As he saw the struggle around him, it appeared as if the battlefield wasn't just a skirmish between bandits and mercenaries but a small-scale war. 

Usually, even the large bandit groups weren't seen in such large amounts, let alone with great abilities and unity as well. So the situation was indeed quite unprecedented.

Looking at the bloodied battlefield full of corpses, the frown on Klein's face deepened as his expression sank; a cold glare flashing by his gaze. "Bandits in such large numbers are rampant in the Duchy… how strange." Klein thought inwardly full of suspicion.