Jailer

The mercenaries on the field all changed color!

"Cavalry!"

Beside Tales, Cannon was the first to shout. Lying on the ground and listening, he could barely contain his joy:

"A huge number of cavalry, and they're very close!"

Soon, without Cannon's warning, Tales felt it too:

The gravel beneath his feet began to tremble.

The inexplicable tremors drew closer and closer, coming from behind the dunes above them.

Like sea waves.

Realizing what was about to arrive, the mercenaries and Royal Guard all lowered the weapons in their hands.

Watching that spark, hearing that horn, and feeling the ground tremble, Ricky stopped what he was doing. The madness and bloodlust in his mind faltered.

That was...

"Wooo—"

Amid the firelight and the horn, Tales narrowed his eyes.

He felt something.

Sure enough.

Behind Ricky, beneath the spark, a shadow suddenly appeared atop the dune.

A white shadow.

A white shadow racing at full speed.

It shot toward the chaos below the dune!

"Wooo—"

Amid the horn blast, the white shadow approached with the speed of a soaring eagle, closing the distance in just two seconds!

Tales quickly saw what it looked like.

It was a white horse.

A galloping white horse.

Pure white.

Flawless.

Graceful.

It pounded forward on all four hooves, its legs exchanging strides with astonishing speed.

Like lightning cleaving through ink-blackness.

Yet its movements were unhurried and composed, incomparably elegant.

They even made one overlook the sound of its hooves.

"Wooo—"

The horn continued.

Everyone froze.

"That's..." Little Barney stared blankly at the white shadow, only for Semir to shove him aside.

Semir wiped the blood from his face where the chains had scraped it, panting heavily:

"It's him."

"If you don't want to die, don't move!"

Tales also stared at the white shadow in astonishment. But