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Julius:  “From the look of things, it would appear you return with fair tidings.” With a modest, composed smile, Julius greeted Subaru and the others, who were rejoining the rest of the group after taking Petelgeuse down. They were stationed at an expeditionary-force field camp, constructed outside the forest and somewhat far off from the highway. With the Witch Cultists lurking in the forest, they were avoiding prying eyes from there and the highway to not give away their presence. That said, now that Petelgeuse, their top dog, was dead, it was unlikely the remaining fingers would fail to notice for long. Their future movements required not just caution, but audacious haste. “What about the fingers’ base spotted along the way?”
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Julius:  “One detachment is still keeping it under watch. They will surely contact us if anything occurs. But the other detachment made inopportune contact and engaged the Witch Cultists in combat.”
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Subaru:  “Serious?! So what happened, then?! Did we lose anyone…?” Having thought this a routine report, Subaru was stricken with nervousness when he heard it had come to a fight.
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Julius:  However, when Subaru pressed closer, Julius gave a strained smile. Hand-combing his slightly disheveled forelocks, he gave his cavalry saber a slight tilt with his hand. “You may rest easy. Several among the Witch Cultists were formidable, but all were dispatched without difficulty. The base in question was mopped up, so there should be nine fingers left.”
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Subaru:  “…There’s no wounded? Also, none of the enemies got away?”
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Julius:  “Rest easy. We have thoroughly addressed all of your concerns.” Julius was too classy to conceal his own failures. Hearing there had been neither casualties nor failures.
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Subaru:  Subaru sighed a breath of relief.
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Julius:  Julius gave a slightly pained smile at his reaction as he said, “And you were not followed?