The convoy of the noblewoman halted outside the Tukalu Camp, choosing not to drive further in.
She used her hand to slightly cover her nose, expressing unreserved disgust at the bloody stench pervading the camp.
"Lady Marianne, Tukalu has sent someone to welcome you." Outside the car window, an Alliance Army member who had disembarked beforehand approached and reminded her.
Lady Marianne responded indifferently with a hum, instructing her subordinates to open the car door, and emerged from the vehicle with the careful assistance of a slave.
"Who are you? Where is Tukalu? Why hasn't he personally come to greet me?"
Marianne glanced at the young man with golden short hair in front of her, her tone rather displeased.
"Does he really think he's some sort of tyrant of the Uda Desert, treating me with such disregard?"
Punk quickly approached with a smile on his face but was stopped five steps away from Marianne by two guards.
