Clop, clop, clop...
A warhorse sped by, shaking off the dew that had accumulated on the roadside flowers and grass overnight.
The knight astride it wore an anxious expression, repeatedly whipping the horse beneath him, apparently unsatisfied with the pace at which they were progressing.
But soon, he had to slow down.
Because ahead appeared a team of scout cavalry, and judging by their armour and banners, they were unmistakably soldiers of the Uman Clan.
Dulululu——
The warhorse slowed to a stop, and the Knight atop it called out to the encircling Uman Clan scouts, "I am the Deputy Legion Commander of the Golden Lion Legion - Knight Louis. Is Count Uman around?"
The scout cavalry captain leading the group gave Knight Louis a few scrutinizing glances, nodded and said, "Please follow me."
A moment later, Knight Louis followed the scout cavalry to the Uman Clan's camp.
