How to Stop Warhorses from Going Berserk

There were roughly three thousand knights, every one of them an extraordinary knight, fully equipped with armor and barding for their warhorses.

What drew the eye most were the surcoats they wore—on the snow-white garments was nothing but a red cross.

Narant had seen such attire and insignia in films and television dramas in his previous life, but he had never expected this world to have them as well.

Several earls from the Onyx Principality immediately identified the knights.

Before the Northern Principality's army, King Field frowned slightly as he looked at the three thousand Holy Knights before him.

He had known nothing in advance about the arrival of these three thousand Holy Knights. A chill rose in his heart, along with boundless fury.

The Church's Holy City lay farther north, yet these Holy Knights had crossed half the principality's territory without informing him. It was an enormous provocation against him as king.

"Your Majesty Field, it is a pleasure to see you. Weren't you besieging the Onyx Principality's army? Why doesn't it look that way now?"

The three thousand Holy Knights halted their warhorses in front of the Northern Principality's formation. One middle-aged man in a white surcoat then removed his hood and approached Field.

"Bishop Meyer, we have reached a truce with the Onyx Principality. There will be no more fighting this autumn!" Though he was seething inwardly, with the other side's three thousand Holy Knights present, Field could only endure for now.

After a pause, he continued, "Bishop Meyer, what does your Church mean by this? Why has your Order of Holy Knights appeared here?"

"Your Majesty Field, please do not be angry. Didn't our Church have an agreement with you? We were to help you defeat the Onyx Principality!"

"To fulfill that agreement, our Holy City