The slow approach of The Empire's warriors eventually put Mordred at ease. It seemed that Aina's words had been correct.
If their goal was to attack, they would have long since broken out into a charge. But, their current pace was almost like a leisurely stroll. In fact, they even allowed Mordred enough time to reorganize her army and face their entourage head-on.
By now, Arthur's warriors had also noticed the oddity.
"Your Majesty, should we send someone?"
Arthur shook his head. "I… Will go personally. Allow the men some rest and treat the injured. There's no telling when they will choose to attack again."
Noah's troops came to a halt about a hundred meters from Mordred's frontline. Without a word, a small squad of five broke off, riding their black wolves forward swiftly. Though their pace was still a bit faster than the army had been, it still didn't seem like their goal was to attack.
