"Yes! Sir! (Ja.Whol)"
The body, trained to treat these words as a reflex, immediately reacted, standing upright, then saluting at attention. The once boisterous boys immediately become military cadets, and the overly serious Fourth-Level Sergeant returned salute and continued his patrolling duties with his troops.
The aloofness and sneering laughter of the human knights did not escape the astute observation of Tyr. He cast away from his mind these potential sources of conflict, and instinctively glanced at the most prominent Count Manor within the town- the luxurious mansion currently serving as the negotiation site held the keys to the direction of the ongoing chaos.
[What does his lordship plan to do with this city and its inhabitants?]
Tyr's hand gripped his sword more tightly in the face of this enigma.
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Brynhild made a conscious effort to keep her facial muscles in check, attempting not to let her internal emotions shake her exterior.
