Bishop Ick swiftly acknowledged the order, immediately gathered the Magic Beast Legion, and then sped off in pursuit of Nalant from behind.
White Dragon's speed left ordinary warhorses far behind, but against the lizards several realms above him, he no longer held any advantage.
"Nalant!"
Within the Onyx Principality's army, Stella's warhorse was being led southward by Bernard.
Seeing Nalant escape safely had allowed her to breathe a sigh of relief.
But when she saw that Nalant was actually heading northwest, with the menacing Magic Beast Legion pursuing him, Stella immediately cried out anxiously.
"Stella, we must go. Nalant is drawing the Magic Beast Legion away for us. We can't let his sacrifice be in vain!" Bernard had seen the situation over there as well.
Unfortunately, the church was simply too powerful. They had no chance of going to his aid.
And now that the Magic Beast Legion, their greatest threat, had been drawn away, the Onyx Principality's strength could still be preserved.
Preserving a nation and preventing the descent of Dark Creatures, or betraying Nalant's goodwill by going to save him—the counts and the king all understood which choice to make.
"Lady Stella, Baron Nalant is so outstanding. The God of Glory will surely watch over him. Don't worry too much!"
"That's right, Baron Nalant is a noble favored by the God of Glory. He'll definitely return safe and sound!"
The counts also spoke up to console her.
They were dignified counts, yet Nalant had saved them again and again. Just thinking about it made them want to bury their old faces at their grandmother's house.
Other than Rakoff and Batman, the remaining counts and the king were all incomparably grateful to Nalant. They no longer regarded him as some insignificant minor noble.
"Go! Now that the Magic Beast