Today was the first round of the winter festival, but I was preoccupied. Well, both of us were. The feral attacks had started up again and had become even more frequent. We were busy with heavier patrols, plus this competition that we had to do. There was no way to get excused from it, which is ridiculous. There’s more important things that happen besides a fighting competition. While Mical and Leo worried about how to better prevent the attacks, I was trying to figure out why it was happening. There was no reason for them to attack us specifically. Well, I couldn’t necessarily say that they were doing that. Most...