"My dear Marquis Al-Teglang-Franz, just pray that I return victorious! Otherwise, you'll be in trouble!" Roland teased, patting his shoulder.
"..." Marquis Al-Teglang-Franz gritted his teeth. Are all you royals dogs? You change your faces without even blinking?
"Your Majesty!" Caslo, Roland's most loyal lackey, was standing atop the castle on his dragon. Seeing Roland, he nodded to him, then yanked the reins and took off.
"The army marches!" Omsk stood before the Knight Orders with his spear held high. Beside him, the silent Stone Hero Mogus leaned on his lance without saying a word.
"Forward! Crossed Bauhinia Knights!" Lavien looked at the neatly arrayed Knight Order before him, and an inexplicable flame surged in his heart. This was the Crossed Bauhinia Knights! The dream he had spent his life restoring!
"Forward! 14th Knight Order!" Mogus did not roar himself hoarse like Lavien. Instead, he spoke calmly. Steadiness was his finest quality!
"Forward! Expedition army!" Roland sat astride his horse, looking at the torrent of steel before him with a heart full of excitement. Years ago, he had commanded fewer than a hundred soldiers and only a handful of generals! He had followed the dwarves down a path to the bitter end, charging headlong into the meat grinder that was Erebor. But fortune always favored the brave! He had succeeded! He had led the Lagrangeans to take root on this land, and a great kingdom had risen again in the Northern Territory! Roland stood at the city gate and gazed into the distance... This was the realm he had built with his own hands! His eyes, filled with emotion and satisfaction, rested on that torrent of steel...
These were the Northern Territory's finest infantry and cavalry! Under Roland's command, the Lagrange Kingdom had unprecedentedly fielded an army composed entirely of