However, Viscount Carlton was in a rather miserable state at the moment. Not only was he covered in dust and grime, with none of a noble's dignity left, his armor was also tattered, and bandages were wrapped around his arms and waist.
"Sir Jerry, Baron Nalant, it's me!"
The moment Carlton saw Nalant and Jerry, he nearly burst into tears.
Like a bullied child who had finally waited for his parents—for his saviors—to arrive.
"Viscount Carlton, what happened to you? Weren't you all fine when I returned that day?"
"Even if the elves are formidable, with you and the other noble allied forces defending the castle together, there shouldn't have been any major problem, right?"
Jerry simply could not understand it.
Viscount Carlton's castle was a standard viscount's castle.
Moreover, it had only been completed in the past few years.
That was thanks to Sacred Continent's large number of Title Knights.
As long as one was willing to spend money, even Title Knights could be hired to haul stones.
Thus, Carlton, who had been considered comparatively wealthy among the nobles of Glory Continent, had spent money to commission an imperial merchant guild from Sacred Continent to build him a viscount's castle.
And this viscount's castle had only been completed three months ago. Such a brand-new fortress would be extremely difficult to breach.
So long as they resisted to the death and did not run short of food, one or two thousand people could hold off an attack by ten or twenty thousand.
Of course, that was another matter if the enemy truly possessed some super-powerful expert.
"Sir Jerry, Baron Nalant, the allied forces are gone."
"Originally, I too had planned to hold the castle and wait for Baron Nalant's reinforcements."
"But a week ago, the other nobles who had come