The Treaty of Nantes Kingdom had once been the treaty signed between the empire and the Church, agreeing that they would no longer engage in large-scale military wars.
They had thought this was the beginning of a truce.
But as the corpses of more than a hundred Holy Light Knights were thrown onto the main road, the Treaty of Nantes Kingdom was undoubtedly torn to shreds.
Many kingdoms trembled in fear.
In Viscount Foster's territory, a giant dragon descended from the sky. The arrival of the dragon knight sent the army into panic, and Ryan leapt down.
"Your Majesty Ekdal, Ryan Clayton offers you his sincere greetings."
Ryan bowed respectfully. Noble etiquette was not overly complicated.
"I come on behalf of the empire to help you restore your royal authority over your kingdom. May the God of Light watch over you."
"This..."
Ekdal looked toward a middle-aged man on the other side, Grant Teton.
Grant and Ryan exchanged a glance. The former smiled. He naturally knew that since Ryan was now a member of the Count Clayton Family, the two of them were naturally allies.
"Your Majesty, my arrival does not conflict with Knight Grant's. It's just that I believe the ten days Count Teton gave is somewhat too late." Hearing words like that, Grant could hardly keep a good temper and said in displeasure, "Baron Ryan, you are not qualified to question Count Teton."
He emphasized the identity of baron, but Ryan did not care in the slightest. He only said, "Borgeld, go find General Aatrox and borrow an army."
"One day. I will only give you one day."
"The kingdom of Carlos does not need nobles who have no loyalty whatsoever to their monarch."
Borgeld, who had long since been excited behind him, shouted loudly, then turned and