Who the hell is one of your own?
The assassin spread his arms like a giant bat and shot into the air, dashing out of the camp in an instant without even alerting the West Wind Knight Regiment soldiers on night watch.
Charlotte hesitated for a moment, then activated Wings of the Hatchling Dragon and followed.
Their brief exchange had allowed Charlotte to make a rough assessment. This vampire assassin's Transcendence rank was higher than his, but his grasp of Angel's Thorn swordsmanship was inferior. He had likely only comprehended the fourth movement, Wings of the Hatchling Dragon. As for how many House of Asilo abilities he had mastered, he had not used any, so there was no way to tell.
After leaving the camp, the two ran at full speed for a while. More than ten kilometers later, the other man stopped, turned around, and said, "Brother, you've got guts! You actually infiltrated the Empire of Fars's Knight Order. This Knight Order is quite elite. Which great noble's private army does it belong to?"
Charlotte answered casually, "This force belongs to the Central Government Office's Military Affairs Knight Order Division. It was reorganized from local Knight Orders and has been through several battles, so they can be considered battlefield veterans."
"What were you doing, sneaking into the camp?"
Since the other man had mistaken him for someone else, Charlotte did not bother explaining. He wanted to see whether he could pry some information out of him.
Julian Asilo pulled down his mask and said, "Fars definitely can't withstand the combined forces of Byron, the Black Phoenix Dynasty, and the southern beastman tribes on its own. I heard they plan to ally with the Empire of Inglima and the Lionheart Dynasty. So the military sent more than ten elite spies