In peacetime, maintaining harmony was easy. In times of crisis, true feelings were revealed.
Everyone was deeply shocked—and delighted.
The Great Knight saw through Lancelot's scheme at a glance and cursed loudly, "Lancelot, you lowborn brat of a shoemaker, you'll never learn what a knight's loyalty is!"
"You worthless trash, you deserve nothing more than to be eaten by the lowliest goblins in the demon tide!"
"You think gathering these paupers who gained demon power will make you King? Laughable! The Six Kingdoms Allied Army has already set out. An army of five hundred thousand is marching toward the border. You'll soon be crushed like a cockroach!"
Lancelot was furious. Though he had suffered abandonment these past days, he had otherwise lived amid praise. Aside from his father, no one had ever insulted him so directly!
Why did provocation so often work? Because insults from someone of the same rank cut especially deep.
Hadn't he struggled for half his life just to show off before people of his own class?
Yet now the other side had cursed him out so thoroughly. How could he endure that? He spurred his horse forward, only for the guard captain to swiftly seize the reins and stop him halfway.
"Look! Our Grand Duke is so brave, so devoted to his Soldiers—he wants to charge personally!" the attendant beside him immediately cried.
"Kill!" the Soldiers behind him shouted, their spirits raised.
"Infantry, advance and clear the traps. Cavalry, circle around both flanks and prepare to strike. The rest of you warriors, follow me and surround their Great Knight himself!" Lancelot quickly came to his senses and issued precise orders.
Everyone promptly carried out his commands in an orderly fashion.
Seeing this, the Great Knight had no choice but to retreat.
The enemy had not been