The maid squad is too strong, what use is there for me, the Demon King?

While it's called a monster attack, only three of the wolf-like creatures were first-tier; the rest, which weren't even ranked, couldn't strictly be considered monsters.

An attack of this magnitude could be dealt with by the caravan's guards, whose numbers were roughly equal to those of the wolf pack, though there might be some casualties in the battle.

Old Peter was naturally unwilling to see his guards suffer casualties.

From a businessman's perspective, he wanted to minimize his losses.

From the perspective of the caravan leader, old Peter had already developed a long-standing relationship with his guards and did not want any of his brothers to be injured or killed.

Therefore, Old Peter was about to seek help from the three members of the hero's team, but he was worried that these young adventurers might be too arrogant and think that enemies of this level were not worthy of their help.

Although we already know that this group is a team of heroes, there are no rumors or stories about this team, so we don't know what their style is like.

The hero is a legend, a hero with the mission of defeating the demon king and saving humanity. What are real heroes like?

Old Peter was afraid that Philippa would blurt out, "You're letting a hero fight some weaklings?"

Clearly, Old Peter had worried unnecessarily. Before he could even ask for help, the three members of the Hero Squad had already grabbed their weapons and stepped forward, each one eager to fight.

It seems there's nothing to worry about.

Taric gripped his giant axe tightly and grinned, "Three Tier 1 monsters, one for each of us. Want to see who can kill more?"

“Sure,” Philippa replied, wanting to change her mood.

Sophia wasn't particularly interested, but seeing how enthusiastic the two were, she didn't object. She added, "Let's decide on this for tonight's vigil. The winner gets a good night's sleep, and the other two will each be responsible for the first and second halves of the night."

Both of them tacitly agreed to Sofia's suggestion.

This time we have to get serious.

Being in the wild, there are no soft beds to sleep on, and people must be on guard at night, as there are quite a few monsters that only appear at night.

In order to wake up in time to deal with a crisis, one cannot sleep too soundly.

But it's still much better than keeping watch at night.

Fighting off sleepiness while remaining alert to one's surroundings is quite torturous.

Thus, this seemingly simple encounter with a low-level monster turned into an exceptionally fierce battle.

Of course, the "horrific" refers to the wolf pack...

In the end, Miss Philippa the Brave won the contest.

The blessing of the hero made her grow faster than the two team members, and she, who was already at the fifth level, had an advantage in this competition.

It seems we can't use this method to decide the outcome anymore, otherwise Philippa wouldn't keep watch even once, Sofia thought to herself.

But then again, once my night watch is over, I can launch a night raid on her!

With ulterior motives, Sofia and Taric agreed that Sofia would take charge of the first half of the night, while Taric would take charge of the second half.

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In a spacious clearing in the wilderness, the caravan halted under the cover of night. Dense trees surrounded them, their silhouettes appearing deep and mysterious in the moonlight. A gentle night breeze carried the fragrance of trees and the murmuring of a distant stream.

They were attacked several times along the way, but none of them were as large as the wolf pack they encountered at the beginning. One wave of attackers didn't even include any monsters; it was just an attack launched by ordinary carnivores in search of food, and they were all easily dealt with.

The attack did not cause any damage to the caravan; instead, it provided them with materials such as magic crystals and furs, allowing them to make a small profit.

The caravan members busily unloaded their goods, parked the wagons on one side of the open space, and led the horses aside, freed from their heavy burdens. They lowered their heads, leisurely chewing their fodder and enjoying the tranquility of the night.

A bonfire was lit in the center of the clearing, its flickering flames illuminating a small area around it. The caravan members sat around the fire, some roasting their hunted game, others simmering soup in a hot pot. Their faces bore the weariness of their journey, but their eyes held a relaxed expression.

The tents were quickly pitched at the edge of the open space, their canvases swaying gently in the night breeze. Inside, simple beds were already laid out, allowing people to temporarily forget the fatigue of their journey and enjoy a few hours of peace.

The night sky was dotted with stars, and the moon cast its silvery light, dappling the ground through the treetops. From the distant woods, the occasional cry of a wild animal could be heard. The guards on night watch needed to be constantly vigilant, and were divided into two groups to guard the first and second halves of the night.

It went quite smoothly, Old Peter thought, wondering if he was overthinking it.

No, we can't let our guard down yet; this is only the first night.

As night deepened, the conversations grew quieter, and the merchants returned to their tents one by one. Only the guards on night watch remained by the fire, their eyes darting between the firelight and the darkness, vigilantly watching for any movement around them.

"It's over!" Sophia was overjoyed. She quickly woke up Tariq to hand over the duties, while she herself couldn't wait to enter the tent.

The caravan's preferential treatment of them was also reflected in the allocation of tents.

The other tents housed several people, but Philippa and Sofia were assigned two tents. Taric slept alone in one tent, while Philippa and Sofia slept together.

Dividing the three-person groups into two groups, one male and one female, with one tent on each side, seems like a good idea at first glance.

But what actually needs to be considered is that the three people are not two women and one man, but rather one woman, one man, and one woman.

Philippa was unaware of this and was still fast asleep in the tent.

After the handover was completed, Sofia tiptoed into the tent, and after confirming that Philippa had not woken up, she darted into Philippa's bed.

"Hmm?" In the wild, Philippa was not fast asleep. As soon as Sofia crawled in, she woke up groggily.

Feeling the warmth of another delicate body pressed against her, Philippa instantly sobered up and softly called out, "Sophia?"

"What's wrong?" The Holy Maiden was snuggling against Philippa, making Philippa's cheeks turn bright red.

"You...don't do this, men and women...women shouldn't touch each other..." Although they were both girls, Philippa inexplicably felt that she had been violated.

Sofia, with a shameless smile, said, "We're all girls, it's normal to stick to each other like that..."

Philippa struggled fiercely: "No, you..."

“There’s nothing wrong with it…” Sofia launched her “outrageous argument”: “You treat me like a best friend, and I treat you like a wife. We each get what we need, there’s no problem at all!”

Philippa is a half-swordsman and half-mage, so she is naturally stronger than Sophia, but she doesn't dare to use too much force to fight back, for fear of hurting Sophia.

Sofia probably knew this, and acted with complete impunity.

Philippa: Waaaaah... That's so scary...