The Red Rogue sprinted across the courtyard with incredible speed, his dark green cape flowing behind him like a streak of lightning.
The gold details on his armor shone in the moonlight, making him look almost godlike.
Each step he took was strong and purposeful, but so fast that the knights struggled to keep up with where he was going.
"Hold your ground!"
Sir Gregory shouted.
He was one of the capable captains under Lord Arcellion's squad of hunting knights.
The man looked around.
『Where the hell is First Lieutenant Goldtouch?!』
He tightened his grip on his sword.
The knights gathered in a tight group, their shields up and swords ready. Even though their helmets covered their faces, a few couldn't hide the fear in their eyes. Those knights had heard the tales of the Red Rogue—how he moved like a ghost, taking down men before they even had a chance to defend themselves.
"Archers, ready!"
