"Leave? Nalant, are you going to look for the count and the others? Let Father gather the vassals and go with you!" Andrew immediately guessed Nalant's intentions.
"No, Father. The counts and the king aren't here right now. If the lesser nobles and guards leave the camp, even the slightest mishap could cause the entire army to collapse. You should stay in the camp for now!"
"Besides, you can't keep up with my speed. I'll go find the counts and the others as quickly as possible!!"
Nalant rejected Andrew's suggestion.
The camp appeared calm at the moment, but with none of the great nobles there to hold the fort, the soldiers' morale was already terribly unstable.
If not for this world's lordly system, which still allowed the lesser nobles to keep their subordinates in line, the guards in the camp would probably have slipped away long ago.
So they absolutely could not leave the camp at a time like this, lest something unexpected happen.
Moreover, he needed to catch up with his subordinates at top speed and determine why the counts had not returned.
In Nalant's view, without the Magic Beast cavalry pursuing them, even if the church had that red-robed archbishop, at least some of them should have been able to escape.
After all, those chasing them were riding ordinary warhorses.
"Then, Nalant, watch out for your own safety!" Andrew opened his mouth, but when he thought of how his son was now even more outstanding than this old father of his, he ultimately had nothing more to say.
"Father, don't worry! Oh, right—if anything happens in the camp, you can immediately evacuate to my Storm Territory. Storm Territory has a way out!"
Without waiting for Andrew to recover and ask what exactly he meant by a way out,