Lancelot was stunned.
When he saw the enormous Minotaur fall, he could hardly believe his eyes.
At the same time, the instincts of a noble knight awakened within him.
As long as he mastered this power, he could become King too! Yes, for feudal lords, loyalty had never been a given.
The King had to fulfill his obligations before they offered him their loyalty.
Unconditional loyalty was what slaves offered their masters, because their masters' mercy allowed them to live.
Feudal lords were different. They provided military strength to the King, and the King repaid them with fiefs and privileges.
Lancelot had undoubtedly been loyal before. He had come to the battlefield for the King, doing his utmost to organize cowardly Soldiers, cunning Farmers, and deceitful peddlers... thwarting the Demons' attacks time and again.
But now, he no longer wanted to be loyal.
Such a powerful Minotaur was something even the Royal Capital could not fight. They could only resort to extreme measures to lure it away.
He could easily lead these Soldiers back and besiege the Royal Capital.
At that thought, a sincere smile appeared on his face.
"Warriors, you have saved humanity. You are worthy of the gods' favor!"
"Today, we eat mutton! Real mutton!"
As he spoke, he ordered two hundred men to go to the village of the late Master Bowler and requisition sheep, chickens, ducks, milk, honey, and wine.
Fortunately, he had a fief himself and knew how precious cattle were. One cow was worth the labor of six grown men, so he did not foolishly call for beef.
"Wonderful!"
"Long live the Knight Master!"
The Soldiers were delighted.
How long had it been since they had eaten real meat? Perhaps a month. When they had arrived here last month, the kind knight had given