Roland halted, his purple eyes gazing steadily at the cavalry swiftly approaching from a distance.
The cavalry was well-equipped; their horsemanship, which coordinated splendidly with the horses, was quite remarkable. Even more commendable was their excellent military discipline and emotional intelligence. Rather than suppress the situation with violence, they merely shouted to disperse the curious civilians. It indicated that the cavalry, responsible for the capital's safety, had undergone considerable specialized training under an exceptional commander.
However, that was not why he paid attention to them. A jubilant will clearly directed at the cavalry—as if calling in relief—vibrated his heartstrings.
Who was it? What were they shouting about?
