"What's going on!"
Horn was already in a foul mood, and now he was furious.
So when he heard the commotion, he hurried toward the camp entrance to see what was happening.
After all, there were two newly arrived Title Holders in his camp.
He had made arrangements for them.
The Old Emperor knew about it, too.
But they hadn't yet officially started benefiting the Empire.
So the Old Emperor didn't want too many people disturbing their lives.
If anything even slightly troublesome happened in his camp, the Old Emperor would definitely hold him responsible.
"Don't you know this is the Flamingo Knights Order's base? I'd like to see who's got a death wish, daring to—"
By the time Horn strode up to the camp entrance, his cursing had gradually trailed off.
There was only one reason.
A group of people stood before the entrance, all wearing white robes and green woolen shawls around their necks.
They had a name in common.
They were called the Workshop Alchemists.
Put simply, they were the alchemists from the Imperial Capital's Alchemy Workshop.
They were also, in a way, Nikola's former employers.
More importantly, these alchemists in white robes and green woolen shawls all came from a family called Aurelius.
In fact, throughout the Empire, anyone dressed like that belonged to the Aurelius Family.
It had become their standard attire and distinguishing style.
Yes, they shared the same surname as Alisa.
They were the people the Emperor had sent word to after learning about her.
"Who is claiming to be Aurelius?"
As the group from the training grounds approached the entrance, led by Nikola, the white-and-green-clad people parted.
An old man who looked to be in his fifties or sixties stepped out from among them.
He seemed vigorous.
His voice was loud, too.