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The Knight Commander began recounting what Allen had done so far. Allen stopped eating his wild bird thigh and listened.

Allen had started hunting Alba Herons in Clena Village at the age of six. By the time he was seven, he’d hunted more than fifty.

Apparently, it was only in the past two or three years that large quantities of Alba Heron feathers had been delivered from Clena Village to Granvelle.

At seven, he had also begun showing serfs and commoners how to hunt Boars. As a result, the number of Boars killed, which had been around ten a year until then, more than doubled.

(Huh? How does he know that? Well, he could find out by looking into Clena Village, but why? He knows an incredible amount of detail.)

As question marks appeared over Allen’s face, the Knight Commander continued his story.

Soon after Allen arrived at the mansion, strange things began happening between Granvelle and the White Dragon Mountains. Goblin corpses with wounds as if they’d been slashed began turning up everywhere. Their Magic Stones had all been removed. Their numbers kept growing, and the total reported had exceeded a thousand.

A year later, the same thing began happening to Orcs. Since last year, Armored Ants had also been killed the same way, with their Magic Stones removed.

The reports always coincided with Allen’s days off or his hunting shifts.

And recently, wherever the Knights went, they found Goblin villages that had already been attacked and burned down...