Let Me Even More Excited

Damn.

His Majesty Kessel and Lord Hansen...

The Kingdom Secret Bureau?

Tales instinctively clenched his fists and glanced toward the shrinking backs of the Royal Guard.

Perhaps it was the shock of the king's name, or the Secret Section's fearsome reputation. As the knight's voice spread, the hundreds of cavalry under Roman—from the outer sentries to those waiting within—erupted in an uproar.

The two Secret Section members on horseback drew closer.

No, there were more than two. Behind them, more than a dozen riders came thundering over.

Tales turned pale as he realized what was happening and looked toward Roman in the distance.

"Hey, White Face—I mean, Williams!"

He shouted anxiously:

"Maybe I can use my identity to stall them..."

But Roman reacted faster than he did!

"What are you panicking for?"

Wing of Legend rode his white horse, his earring swaying as he cut a dashing figure.

He urged his horse forward while roaring orders at his men, suppressing their unease:

"Do what you're supposed to do!"

Roman slowly approached and glanced at Tales.

Tales was startled. Wing of Legend was radiating an ominous mood. His expression was dark and stormy, as if thunder were about to strike.

"You too."

He spoke coldly from atop the white horse.

The youth nodded instinctively.

Only then did Roman raise his head and look toward the dozen-plus approaching knights.

A dozen or so seconds later, the Secret Section members finally galloped up to Tales and dismounted with practiced ease.

The man leading them, holding a scroll aloft, looked somewhat plump and rather jovial from a distance. He wore the thin clothes and headscarf common in the Western Wasteland, and he was panting heavily.

The second man behind him had blazing eyes and a rugged face. His movements on horseback were calm and