"Master Carl!"
As Catherine approached the castle gate, holding the Emperor's standard high so that it could be seen clearly, a group of cavalrymen ran out of the castle as if they had been waiting.
They stopped in front of Carl and dismounted.
Among them, a man wearing fancy armor and a green cloak stepped forward from a suitable distance.
"Who are you?"
Carl asked as he drove his horse forward.
Although his speech was polite, his confidence and authority shone as coldly as a blade.
He didn't even get off his horse but looked down at the burly man with his chin up, who looked like he could easily crush him.
The man, who looked to be in his thirties, bowed his head, placed his hand on his chest, and opened his mouth.
"This is Philaine of Davron, son of Goban, Baron of Semilla."
This is Philane Davron, the son of Govan, Marquis of Davron, and Baron Semilla, who inherited Govan's barony of Semilla.
