"Get the hell out of here! I'll outlive you!" Marquis Al-Teglang-Franz's eyes flashed with displeasure. Damn it, he'd been presumed dead for so long! And only now they remembered him?
"My apologies. Things were too chaotic then. Everyone was trying to break out, and in the midst of the rebel army, I couldn't find any nobles..." Grand Duke Ocrean Yaso's eyes flickered with sorrow. The imperial nobles who had once drunk and laughed with him had been scattered by the Orcs' endless steel tide. Countless nobles were dead or missing. Because the war in the Northern Territory had been going badly, the Empire had kept drawing troops from the relatively safe eastern border. In the end, the Great Wall in the north of the eastern border had been overrun by the sudden Orc army! Most fatal of all, the enemy had come from behind!
"..." Marquis Al-Teglang-Franz closed his eyes. He tilted back his head, trying hard not to let his tears fall. The clansmen he had led, as well as the royal guard bestowed upon him by the Emperor, had all died covering his escape. In the end, they had sent him into the crowd fleeing north.
"Where is Your Highness headed this time?" Marquis Al-Teglang-Franz stroked his golden mustache, scrutiny showing in his shrewd eyes.
"Home!" Grand Duke Ocrean Yaso shook his head and said no more.
"Home? Do we still have a home?" Al-Tegron-Franz sneered. Since leaving the Eastern Mountain Range, they had seen no trace of the Avalon Kingdom. That undoubtedly meant the Empire was truly finished! Avalon, an elven vassal state tucked away in one corner of the Lagrange Empire, had fallen. Let alone the Empire, which had been the main battlefield. And along their way, the northern lands that should have been imperial horse-grazing