Just when Mas thought he could finally have a good nap, ten kilometers away from the Dark Forest Plains, Harold was riding a warhorse that was covered in armor. There were about a thousand elite professionals from the Storm Empire behind him. Even his son, Will, was among them.
It could be seen how much Harold valued his "ally" relationship with Mas. Now that it was the critical period of his plan, Harold could not allow any mistakes to break his plan that he had worked hard for decades.
"Everyone, increase your speed. Don't feel sorry for the horse under you. If the horse dies from running, use your magic power to head to Master Mas' residence!" Harold roared with an anxious expression.
"And you, Belek, why didn't you go to the palace to inform me about such an important matter!" After Harold finished shouting, he suddenly stopped his horse and looked at Belek who was following behind him.
"Your Majesty, that is my oversight!"
