"Commander Marcus, muster every knight order on the island. Follow me to Hot Spring Island!" Liszt pointed with his longsword, and Black Horse Island immediately boiled over.
"As you wish, Your Highness!" Marcus was beside himself with excitement.
He was now a baron. Four years ago, he had merely been a commoner without a title, following a lord whose future seemed nowhere in sight to the decayed and destitute Flower Town.
Who could have imagined that one day, he would walk these familiar lands as a baron?
Looking at Liszt's shadow beneath the sunlight, his heart brimmed with boundless loyalty and reverence. He understood that everything had been bestowed upon him by the young lord before him—compared to four years ago, that immature lord had long since shed his youthful air and become a dragonrider who stood tall beneath the heavens.
Now, the young lord had even won the second dragon-slaying battle. He was about to purge the traitors, radiating the inviolable glory of a dragonrider.
Marcus swiftly relayed Liszt's order, gathering the various knight squads and issuing war mobilization orders. His strength was not particularly remarkable—merely an elite Earth Knight—but he held great authority. Everyone knew he was Liszt's spokesman and commanded the most elite Flower Knights.
It was not only the Flower Knights who gathered. Every Earth Knight currently stationed on Black Horse Island headed toward the docks.
In truth, Liszt alone could have eliminated the Count of Hot Spring Island. Yet he still mobilized every knight in the territory. Regardless of age, weakness, or injury, every Earth Knight was called up to find weapons and equipment and board the fast sailboats—the shipyard could already produce two-masted fast sailboats, though it had yet to fully master three-masted ones.
"Your Highness, shall the Patrol Corps deploy as well?" Paris