"War has begun."
Dimaria Yuhuashi, Marquis of Pea Island, stood on the balcony outside the top-floor office of the Flame Royal City administrative building, gazing at the bustling crowds on both sides of Gilded Avenue.
He sighed softly.
"Uncle, the family's knight order has assembled and awaits orders. We can move out with the kingdom's knight orders at any time." His nephew, Dibola Yuhuashi, stood behind him. "His Majesty is leading the way in this dragon-slaying war, with the knight orders charging in support. Has this truly been deeply considered?"
As for Liszt, all the ordinary knights of the Flame Kingdom had reached the point of blind worship. Whatever Liszt said, they did.
But as great nobles, there were always all sorts of different thoughts between the family and the kingdom.
Dimaria smiled, turned around, and looked at his no-longer-young nephew. "His Majesty is a very contradictory king. There is scarcely any greed for power in him, nor does he make use of the arts of control. He even seems unfamiliar with certain political methods."
Dibola listened quietly. In his eyes, his uncle was the embodiment of wisdom.
Dimaria pondered before saying, "His Majesty resembles a knight more than a king. He is more accustomed to speaking with strength... This is probably the difference in thinking between dragon knights and ordinary knights like us. In any case, when it comes to measuring strength, His Majesty is the greatest authority in the Flame Kingdom—perhaps even on the entire Legendary Continent."
"Indeed. His Majesty's strength became unfathomable long ago. The dragon knights of the Three Kingdom Alliance must travel together even to dare patrol outside."
"So when His Majesty decides to take the initiative and launch a dragon-slaying war, all we need to do is follow behind him."
"But... Uncle, this time