Confirmation

Lyon did not avert his gaze. Instead, he looked straight at Thorsten, who had remained silent nearby, his tone complicated yet frank. "My opponent in that battle was Thorsten, who was still serving under Harald at the time. He led three hundred Sauron elite cavalrymen in pursuit of our army. At Black Forest Valley, I defeated a larger force by making use of the terrain and launching two resolute countercharges, completely routing his troops."

Thorsten met Sir Kylan's probing gaze and nodded heavily. There was no displeasure on his face, only composure toward the past and recognition of Lyon's abilities. "Commander Lyon is right. I was thoroughly convinced by my defeat in that battle. His cavalry command, especially his grasp of timing and his courage in launching desperate charges, was far beyond mine at the time."

A look of realization and even deeper astonishment flashed through Sir Kylan's eyes. He had never expected that these two comrades, now fighting side by side, had once been such "archenemies."

Yet as Lyon recounted this glorious achievement, there was not the slightest trace of pride or complacency on his face—only an urgency and sense of responsibility born from actual combat experience.

"That is precisely why, Sir Kylan!" Lyon turned toward him, his tone even more earnest and urgent. "Of everyone here, I am the only one who has truly commanded cavalry in a head-on clash with Sauron's main forces in the open field—and won!"

"I understand their tactical habits, and I know their strengths and weaknesses! Time is short, and the situation on the battlefield can change in an instant. Please trust me and hand command over to me!"

Sir Kylan looked at the fighting spirit burning in Lyon's eyes and the confidence born from his combat experience. Then he glanced at the