Warm spring breezes swept past as the two armies faced each other.
Lothair stood between them, with three hundred cavalrymen still at his side.
To the west stood the cavalry of the Ansu Duchy, their morale soaring. They looked like a mighty army, their faces radiant. Sunlight gleamed on their silver armor. They wore swords at their waists, held Heavy Cavalry Spears in their hands, and carried Javelins and Bolt-action Rifles on their backs. Blue banners bearing golden irises fluttered beside them.
They looked like a holy army.
In the middle were the three hundred cavalrymen who had fled with Lothair. Their silver plate armor was already caked with dust and pitted with dents, but they still looked just as fierce.
On the other side was Lynn's cavalry pursuit force. They wore black-painted armor, carried swords in their hands, and had cavalry Bolt-action Rifles on their backs.
Some carried sharp blades or Heavy Cavalry Spears and shields.
Others even carried bows.
Their banner was the Tricolor flag.
The scene fell silent in an instant. More than ten thousand people stood there, and not one made a sound.
"What's going on with the Ansu Duchy, Yuffie? Any idea?"
"No." Yuffie shook her head from where she sat on Lynn's horse.
Just then, the Ansu Grand Duke stepped forward, but he gave up the center spot to a young girl with white hair—no, she was probably a young woman.
Lynn thought she looked a little familiar, but he couldn't remember who she was.
At least she didn't look like Freya.
The real little girl was beside her: a vampire, also with white hair and pointed ears.
Lynn immediately lifted Yuffie up to get a closer look.
Yuffie didn't hit Lynn. She just glared at him as if she wanted to kill him,