At the entrance to the small village, the Dragon Cavalry led by Enzo dismounted one after another.
The deputy brigade commander who had refused to accept Enzo's authority darkened his face and viciously kicked his mount. He shouted at Enzo in a sinister voice, "I still stand by my opinion, Lord Ente! I have always believed that searching here is a complete waste of effort!"
Sweeping a hand around the surroundings, the deputy brigade commander barked, "For more than a day now, you've been leading us around on wild goose chases. We've already searched every village within a hundred-odd miles. And now you—"
With a clang, Vik drew his longsword and crooked a finger at the deputy brigade commander. "Either shut up, or fight me! Deputy Brigade Commander Markel, as a Dragon Cavalryman, obedience to orders is the first rule of military discipline. Are you planning to defy a military order?"
The corners of Markel's eyes twitched furiously. He too drew his sword, glaring at Vik without yielding an inch.
When facing "Ente Malte," a brigade commander with the title of count and Heaven-rank strength, he only dared to grumble and complain a few times by relying on his family's backing. But that did not mean he feared the others who clung tightly to "Ente Malte" in their eagerness to curry favor.
Fixing Vik with a hard stare, Markel sneered. "Let me properly teach you a lesson about respecting your elders! You mud-legged peasants who just joined the Dragon Cavalry—do you think putting on armor and strapping on a sword makes you knights? You—"
Enzo took one step and appeared before Markel, then slapped him flying. After spinning wildly through the air more than a dozen times, Markel crashed to the ground in a daze. His face swelled rapidly; Enzo's