The cavalry camp outside the city.
The grounds here were vast, with even a racecourse in the middle.
At that moment, several dozen Armored Knights were training within it.
Ross's mind had wandered elsewhere, while his captain of guards watched the Armored Knights training on the racecourse with a grave expression.
The charge of these cavalrymen was simply unstoppable.
The captain of guards thought, Even if I tried to stop them, I'd be crushed to death on the spot...
"What terrifying cavalry. I finally understand why the Howling Children of the Wasteland's armies were defeated again and again by this elven lord."
"So there can be such an enormous difference even between cavalry and cavalry."
Ross, meanwhile, was contemplating other matters.
Over the past few days, he had toured all of Charles's Greenshade City. He had even sent his subordinates to inspect several nearby settlements.
This had led Ross to discover an important issue:
"This elven lord's subordinates—whether military officers, soldiers, or administrative officials—are all human... every last one of them."
"He has no elves under his command, nor any half-elves. The beastmen are merely the most basic soldiers."
"What is he trying to do? What does he want? If he weren't a Sun Elf, I would have thought this was a territory ruled autonomously by humans."
"Did the elven lord let me see all this precisely so that I would see it?"
"What exactly is he after?"
Countless thoughts grew wildly in Ross's heart like weeds.
"Chief... Chief!" The captain of guards beside him interrupted Ross's thoughts.
Ross looked at his captain of guards with displeasure, his heart filled only with irritation at having his thoughts interrupted.
The captain did not notice, and continued to remind him, "Chief, look at that cavalry charge!"
"I think we could organize a