"Father, what are you saying? I won't leave you behind and run away!" Before Nalant could answer, Stella beside him could no longer bear to listen.
"Stella, this is not the time to be willful. Father regrets that he couldn't leave you an Earl Territory and let you live happily for the rest of your life. But I know you never cared much about such things, so if we truly lose this battle, Father only hopes that you can live on safely!" Bernard's attitude was unprecedentedly forceful this time.
After speaking, without waiting for Stella to say anything further, he turned to Nalant. "Nalant, although you and Stella have yet to hold your wedding, the betrothal ceremony was completed before all the vassals. Stella will be your wife from now on. Her safety will be entrusted to you later."
Clearly, Bernard knew that Stella would never easily choose to flee alone, so he handed this task to Nalant.
Nalant, however, wore an awkward expression upon hearing this.
Nalant had indeed already decided that if they truly could not win, then he would definitely run.
But Bernard could not just say it so openly now.
It made him seem like some coward terrified of death.
At the very least, he had to go out and make a few rounds first. Once the tide had turned beyond saving, slipping away then would be a helpless rout forced upon him—not especially shameful.
"Look, everyone! What is going on over there with the church?"
Just as Nalant's thoughts ran wild, a sharp-eyed earl suddenly pointed at the pursuing forces behind them and cried out in surprise.
Everyone looked over and saw a middle-aged man in a red outer robe, escorted by more than twenty Magic Beast riders, leaving the formation and coming to the