Those who had become heavy cavalry and were charged into the ranks of heavy infantry, unlike when they had been confident at first, came to their senses and became thoughtful when they saw the solid formation.
But now they couldn't turn back.
"When Brother Aric returns, won't we be able to meet at the party?"
"I guess so."
"I'm trying to say hello, but I'm having trouble deciding what to say."
At Carl's calm voice, Milione rolled his eyes and looked down at him.
"I was thinking about what Brother Boros would like to say the most."
Carl smiled, squinting his eyes through his flowing blond hair. Carl already knew what that meant, and so did Milione.
'Aric must become the crown prince!'
If Carl, who had become the biggest obstacle threatening Aric position now that the crown prince's appointment had been delayed so much, said so, peace would come.
