Warhorses galloped as the Golden Swallowtail Banner fluttered in the wind.
The eagle on the banner looked lifelike, as though it might truly soar into the sky at any moment.
Beneath the banner, a hundred cavalrymen of the Aetandin Royal Guard sat upright upon their warhorses in perfect formation. Their movements rose and fell in unison, and even the rhythm of their horses was exactly the same.
Anyone who saw this cavalry unit would praise its elite strength and terrifying discipline.
A hundred men moving as one.
That was not something easily achieved.
It required an enormous supply of money and long years of training.
Moreover, this unit was not merely impressive in appearance.
That faint killing aura could only be found on veteran soldiers who had survived the battlefield.
Thus, Felix, the leader of this unit, was exceedingly proud.
As a trusted confidant of the Sixth King, he had helped His Majesty remove numerous obstacles in secret more than once.
And this time?
Naturally, it was no exception.
What was more, this mission was simply too easy.
It was not an assassination.
It was not a surprise assault.
It could not even be called a battle.
It was merely an "escort."
They were to escort the newly appointed lord of Sika Territory safely to Aitandinburg.
Whenever Felix thought of the mission's contents, he could not help wanting to laugh aloud.
Born into nobility, Felix understood His Majesty's intentions very well: keep that baroness firmly under their control. Otherwise, the king would not have sent him—the youngest and most handsome captain—to this place.
In truth, he had long heard of that widowed baroness, whose husband had died early.
She was entirely out of place among the circles of nobles.
She enjoyed reading and possessed immense knowledge.
Of course, she had