"Not that bad, not that bad! The kingdom's still here!" A group of people hurried over and pulled Earl Blackcloud up. Anyone who didn't know better would have thought Roland had died.
"..." Roland was staring blankly at Earl Blackcloud, his heart churning. Where the hell have I ended up? Why does my scalp feel a little prickly? Since when did my Lagrange Empire get equated with the Tatars?
"Ahem. Well, Earl Blackcloud is simply overcome with grief. I think we should let him go rest early!" Roland rubbed his nose, hiding his embarrassment.
"Loyal! Loyal beyond words!" Roland sighed. Just look at these families! What kind of loyalty was this! Shove them all into Dreadnought Mechs (nope)!
"The Blackcloud Family's loyalty is certainly plain to see, but the Franz Family's loyalty has never diminished in the slightest!" Marquis Al-Teglang-Franz nodded.
"I know you! I understand the Franz Family's loyalty! Do your work well! The empire's revival needs you!" Roland patted Marquis Al-Teglang-Franz on the shoulder, and the man instantly straightened up as if he'd been injected with adrenaline.
"Yes! I shall devote my loyalty to Your Majesty!" Marquis Al-Teglang-Franz declared righteously.
"..." Roland rubbed his philtrum. Now it wasn't his scalp prickling anymore; his philtrum was itching as if a mustache was about to grow there...
"Keep a close eye on things along the way. We're almost back. Don't drop the ball halfway!" Roland nodded and reminded Al-Teglang-Franz. In a journey of a hundred miles, ninety was only halfway! Trouble often happened right at the very end! Roland did not want to crash right outside his own front door!
"Yes, Your Majesty!" Marquis Al-Teglang-Franz nodded.
"Everyone, go rest! You've all had a hard time lately!" Roland nodded to Caslo and the others. These Dragon Riders had been hanging