"Get up, all of you! Nafu City's knights have already set out!"
Count Vian loudly berated the knights under his command. He had just received word that Claire's knights had already departed, while his own knights were still sleeping in, not even out of bed yet.
This immediately stirred a flare of anger in him. He kicked the knight in front of him and shouted again, "Get up, quickly!"
The disturbed knights reluctantly opened their eyes. When they saw that it was their lord, they instantly snapped awake and hurriedly gathered their clothes and put on their armor.
Only after seeing all the knights get up did Vian nod and leave the tent.
After Vian left, quite a few knights quietly complained, "There are only sixty-some of them. Is there really any need to be so tense?"
"Exactly. We could drown them with a mouthful of spit each. What's with the count? What time is it even?"
"Forget it, forget it. It'll be easy anyway. Once we're done, we can go home. Better than living in tents all these days."
"Ha!" The Knight Captain stretched lazily and grinned. "Watch me cut down those Nafu City knights with a single swing!"
Laughter erupted from within the tent. "The captain is mighty! Just don't kill too fiercely when the time comes. Leave a head for me too—I want military merits as well."
Half an hour later, the knights from the various lords had all assembled. They stood in a neat line atop the gently rolling hills of the plains, mounted on horses, and from afar, they did look rather imposing.
As for Vian and the other lords, they stood at the very front of the formation in luxurious clothes utterly unsuitable for battle. They held their backs straight, trying to make