The chestnut-haired knight's self-introduction made everyone quiet for a while.
He sat calmly on his horse and allowed everyone to size him up. He did not care about the fact that dozens of mounted crossbows were still aimed at him.
'Royal Guards?
Watchman? '
Thales began to observe the knight who called himself the watchman of the Royal Guards again. He could not help but compare him to Zakriel.
He did not give off an oppressive feeling like Zakriel, and his expression was not as determined and bitter as the Knight of Judgment's. On the contrary, even if he wore armor, Mallos still looked gentle and elegant. He looked more like a rich playboy than an elite guard.
"Tormond Mallos?"
A few seconds later, as he mulled over the name, Derek's gaze became sharp.
Paul frowned by the side.
"Derek, this name …"
Derek nodded. He said something to his personal guard captain, and the Raven Whistlers in the area put away their aggressive ballistae.
The atmosphere became a little better.
But Derek did not seem to relax. He turned around and asked Thales,
He turned his head around and asked Thales, "Do you know these people?"
Thales suppressed the urge to sigh.
'Please, I just returned to the country.'
But the prince still nodded.
"Let's take a look."
He was about to lift the reins and move forward, but Derek pressed down on his arm.
"No, Thales."
Count Kroma's expression was solemn.
"If they are fake, then you should not have any contact with them. If they are real, then you are in an awkward position. Regardless of whether you want us to leave or make us stay, it will not be appropriate for you to say anything."
Thales narrowed his eyes and looked at the other man's serious gaze.
"So?"
"I will speak up," Derek said in a low voice and let go of the prince's arm.
The Count of Wing Fort turned to Mallos.
"You said that you are the watchman of the Royal Guards.
But based on what I know, the position of watchman has been vacant for many years. The last one was before the Bloody Year.
"And the watchman has an extraordinary status. He has always been a person of virtue and prestige —"
Before Derek could finish speaking, he was interrupted by someone behind Mallos.
"Your information is outdated, Count of the Western Desert."
The knight who spoke had short brown hair. He had a stern face, and he seemed to be very displeased with the count's questioning.
"Lord Mallos was promoted to Watchman a year ago."
"Whether it is His Majesty, Lord Adrian, or even the entire Imperial Conference, they all recognize his qualifications and abilities."
'A year ago.'
Thales saw Derek's expression change.
"Then … why didn't Lord Adrian or Lord Talon lead the team?" The Earl of Wing Fort asked suspiciously.
The corners of Mallos' lips curled up, but Thales felt that his smile was a little superficial.
"The captain and vice captain have important responsibilities, and it is not convenient for them to leave Renaissance Palace." The knight who called himself the Royal Guard gestured at the twenty-four cavaliers behind him.
"And this is the task that His Majesty specially assigned to us."
Mallos maintained his polite smile.
"On behalf of His Majesty, I thank Western Wilderness for their help, but your mission has been accomplished."
Mallos swept his gaze over every soldier in the Western Desert. His voice grew deeper, and it was unquestionable.
"From now on, we will be fully responsible for all matters related to the prince's return."
"You can go home now."
The surrounding Raven Whistlers were in an uproar.
Derek and Paul frowned when they heard the other party's words, which were polite on the surface but sharp on the inside.
Even Thales sighed to himself.
They were trying to stir up trouble.
"This is a team formed by Derek Kroma from Wing Fort, Paul Bozdorf from Brave Souls Fort, and twenty-eight families from Western Desert," Derek said slowly and repeated his identity.
Derek opened his mouth slowly and repeated his identity. Thales could hear the dissatisfaction in his words.
"We are escorting Prince Thales."
"If what you said is true, Lord Mallos," Derek said expressionlessly, "then I will not be stingy in welcoming all of you into our team.
"Then, I will not be stingy in welcoming you to join our group until we reach Eternal Star City and meet the officials from Renaissance Palace."
A golden-haired knight behind Mallos snorted in laughter.
Everyone looked at him.
"From what I know, six years ago, Black Sand Region's Chapman Lampard also insisted on sending soldiers to escort Prince Thales to Dragon Clouds City." The blond knight looked at them in amusement. He had a dignified appearance, but he shook his head.
"Guess what happened down there?"
Derek and Paul were stunned for a moment before they instinctively looked at Thales.
As someone who had experienced it personally, Thales' face instantly darkened.
The leader, Mallos, coughed loudly.
"Doyle, do not talk about national affairs."
The knight named Doyle raised his eyebrows. His tone was relaxed.
"Of course.
Whatever you say. "
Mallos coughed.
"Also, be friendly. According to the family records, Count Kroma is your, your — "
Mallos' words stopped at the tip of his tongue.
But Doyle quickly continued his sentence in a practiced manner.
"The cousin of my grandmother's brother-in-law's grandnephew?"
'What?'
His words stunned Derek as well.
The hall was silent for a few seconds. Doyle smiled and shrugged at the Count of Wing Fort.
"Oh, is that so?"
Mallos frowned and sighed. He seemed to be troubled by this relationship as well.
Derek no longer cared about the teasing between them. He took a deep breath.
"You did not follow common sense and send messengers to communicate first. Your identities are still questionable, but you want to take the prince away right away … For safety reasons, I cannot take the risk."
Mallos listened to his words and did not reply immediately. Instead, he pondered for a while.
After a while, he made a decision.
"Let's be frank, count."
Mallos cleared his throat. His expression turned from one of indifference to one of seriousness.
"I know what you are concerned about. You want the entire capital to see you enter Eternal Star City with Prince Thales. You want all of Constellation to know the relationship between the nobles in Western Desert, the prince, and the future king.
"It's not about the prince's safety."
Derek and Thales' expressions changed.
Mallos squeezed his cheeks with a fake smile.
"And my job is to stop you."
The moment Mallos' voice faded, Derek's expression turned cold.
The hall sank into an oppressive silence again.
The Raven Whistle Light Cavaliers stared at the uninvited guests with hostile gazes.
Paul said something, and dozens of Black Lion Infantry rushed over from the back. They skillfully coordinated with the positions of the Raven Whistle Light Cavaliers and formed a formation.
Mallos and his knights might be the side with fewer people, but their gazes were bright, and they refused to show weakness.
This gave Thales a headache.
Finally, Derek spoke softly while he pondered.
"Alright, at least you are straightforward and honest."
Mallos and his eyes met in the air, exuding invisible pressure.
Derek narrowed his eyes.
"What if we say no?"
He stared at the people who called themselves the Royal Guards and sized up everything from their mounts to their equipment. There was a threatening tone in his voice.
"You and your companions, what can you do?"
When he said this, the oppressive atmosphere instantly became tense!
The companions behind Mallos even lifted their cloaks at the same time and placed their hands on their weapons.
But just when Thales was wondering whether he should say something, Mallos only turned his head around and gave his companions a look to calm them down.
"I must admit that I am inexperienced and limited in my abilities." The knight with chestnut hair turned his head around. His tone was calm and peaceful.
"When we face your Raven Whistle Light Cavaliers, who have both numbers and combat power, I am indeed … not confident."
Paul snorted beside Thales.
Derek did not say a word.
But Mallos smiled faintly, and his smile was a little resigned.
"But you know, if anything were to happen to us, to His Majesty's loyal personal guards, who protect his reputation …"
In the next second, Mallos' tone remained the same, and his smile remained the same, but the content of his words was different.
"An hour later, while we are still on our way to the rear, nine hundred soldiers from the Kingdom's Wrath in rotation from the Central Royal Army, and one thousand soldiers from the Fortress Flower in rotation from the Northern Territory in rotation from the Northern Territory, including nearly three hundred cavaliers, will speed up once they receive the news. They will outflank me from behind, and with their advantage in numbers and experience, they will force all of you back to the nearest supply point — Blessings Town."
Thales was stunned.
Paul's face turned pale.
Derek also frowned hard.
Mallos patted his steed gently to calm its anxiety caused by the hostility from the other side, but he continued speaking.
"Two hours later, Blade Fangs Camp will receive the news that the active Western Desert Royal Army — take note, these are the three thousand to four thousand 'active' soldiers. They are the elite main force, and among them are one thousand to two thousand cavaliers. They will attack from the camp under the Legendary Wing's lead and attack Blessings Town from the west. They will strive to surround our allies before dusk."
Derek and Paul looked at each other and exchanged worried looks.
Mallos' tone was neither loud nor soft. His tone was erratic, and his attitude was relaxed and relaxed, as if he was talking about his daily life.
But the Raven Whistlers and Black Lion Infantry were obviously affected, and they began to whisper to each other.
"And before nightfall, the soldiers in rotation from the three regular armies and active duty soldiers, including quite a number of elites from the three Great Guards of Wrath, Starlight, and Stardust, will surround you from both sides and turn you, along with Blessings Town, into history teaching materials for Western Desert and even the kingdom."
Thales sucked in a deep breath.
Mallos' tone became teasing, and his posture became even more indifferent, but the words he said were even more direct.
"But since the Kingdom's Wrath and the Fortress Flower have not come personally, the highest commander here is the Legendary Wing. Then, I guess that only Blessings Town will become history teaching materials, but all of you will not. Congratulations, because all of you, or perhaps only those who are beautiful enough, will join Williams' museum of human heads and add color to his art collection."
Thales remembered something, and a strange expression appeared on his face.
Paul could not stand it anymore.
"You —"
But Derek held him down.
Mallos used a whistle to appease his steed. He did not even look in front of him, but he continued to speak in an orderly manner.
"And two days later, this big news will spread throughout the kingdom. After the chaos in Blade Fangs Camp, the terrifying orcs and Barren Bone people penetrated the line of defense and encountered the team escorting the prince back to his kingdom. The loyal elites from Wing Fort and Brave Souls Fort protected the prince with their lives, and they defended Blessings Town for a day and a night. Two young talents from the Kroma Family and the Bozdorf Family were loyal, but unfortunately died in battle. But at least all of you died protecting the prince."
He finally raised his head and looked at the gloomy Derek. He even shook his shoulders.
"So, His Majesty wrote a memorial for all of you with tears streaming down his face, and he built a monument for all of you. From then on, he worked hard and worked hard to spread the kingdom's blessings to the unfortunate nobles like you, so that they could feel the light of Constellation together. The prince was grateful, and he will remember your loyalty and passion for him for the rest of his life."
Mallos narrowed his eyes.
"Then, from that day onwards, the citizens of the Western Desert of the kingdom were freed from the threat of the desert. Blade Fangs Camp regained its vitality, and the suzerains who inherited the land were much more merciful, wise, loyal, and kind compared to their predecessors. The king's blessings benefited the people, and everyone lived in peace and contentment. They lived happily for eternity …
"How is it?"
When he finished speaking, the place fell into a dead silence.
Quite a number of Raven Whistlers and infantrymen began to turn to look at their suzerains.
Paul was so angry that he trembled.
Derek's expression became even more unpleasant.
"Good story."
The Count of Wing Fort spoke coldly. His voice was a little distorted, and his gaze when he looked at Mallos also changed.
"But the problem is …
"How confident are you that you can survive and go back to inform the prince of our five hundred Raven Whistle Light Cavaliers' pursuit?"
In the next moment, the Raven Whistlers did not need to be instructed. They lifted their bows and aimed at their target in unison!
Thales felt a chill in his heart!
At the most tense moment, Mallos smiled.
When he faced Derek's malicious gaze, he lifted his cloak, held his sword hilt with his right hand, and pressed his left hand on a shield by the side of the saddle.
"Indeed, the chances are very low. Perhaps …"
Mallos narrowed his eyes. His tone made him sound very uncertain.
"Fifty-five?"
In the next moment, the twenty-four men behind Mallos changed their demeanor. They pressed their hands on their swords and raised their shields in unison!
"Hey, everyone!"
Thales could not hold it in anymore. He shouted loudly while he stood up on his saddle. He moved past the Raven Whistlers who blocked him completely.
"Before you draw your swords, please remember that I am still here!"
The prince waved his hand desperately to attract everyone's attention.
He hoped that he could reduce their hostility towards each other a little.
Fortunately, it was somewhat effective. The place became quiet, and not a single sound could be heard.
Most of the people looked at the teenager.
Derek understood what the prince meant. He put on a stern face and made his soldiers put away their hostility … on the surface.
Mallos stared at Thales and remained silent for a long time.
Thales gave him an awkward smile. He sensed his slightly numb bowed legs while he stood on the horse. "Thank you, sirs. We can talk properly now …"
"Hmm, so …"
Mallos looked at Thales and pondered for a while.
He put on a puzzled expression.
"Who are you again?"
Thales' smile instantly froze.
'What?'
His eyelids began to twitch.
A second later, when he saw Thales' expression, the corners of Mallos' lips curled up.
"Hahahaha." The knight with chestnut hair laughed loudly.
"It's just a joke. Don't mind it."
Before Thales could react, Mallos put away his smile and put on a stern expression. He pressed his hand against his chest and bowed respectfully on his horse.
"Your Highness Thales, Watchman of the Royal Guards, Tormond Mallos.
"By His Majesty's orders, my colleagues and I will be honored to become your personal guards."
As the leader moved, the twenty-four cavaliers behind him moved in unison and bowed on their horses.
"From this moment onwards until the very last moment."
'Wow.'
As he watched their salute and attitude, Thales, who originally wanted them to recite the Royal Guards' oath, began to believe in their identities a little.
"Oh, thank you, Tormond … Mallos."
Thales, who was constantly switching between embarrassment and gratification, could not handle such a situation. He laughed dryly and waved his hand to signal for them to stand up.
"But now, calm down. This is not a big problem. We will definitely be able to reach a consensus."
But Mallos seemed to be intentionally making him worry.
"Yes, it's time to get rid of the life of living under someone else's roof, stay away from ambitious people who harbor ill intentions, and return to the protection of your family."
As he said this, Mallos, who had straightened his body, cast a glance at Derek by accident.
His words made Derek very angry.
"I believe that the prince is wise enough and does not need others to bewitch and guide him."
Mallos smiled.
"Then hurry up, count. Do you want to fight or surrender? What are you waiting for? Are you waiting for His Majesty's commendation? "
Both parties' gazes became sharp again, just like the weapons in their hands.
Thales, who had wasted all his previous efforts, fell on his saddle. He felt pain in his head and buttocks.
But at that moment, Thales heard something.
"Derek." Beside Thales, Paul's expression changed.
"That is …"
The Count of Wing Fort's side suddenly burst into a commotion.
* Rumble … *
Soon, Thales also saw it. Behind the Royal Guards, a few big flags appeared on the Avenue of Blessings. They were accompanied by indistinct figures and the rising and falling of horse hooves.
'Someone is coming.'
"The Flag of Fury." Derek stared into the distance. He looked a little disappointed.
"It's the regular central army stationed at the borders of Eternal Star City.
It's directly under the Kingdom's Wrath. "
Thales' expression changed.
The Raven Whistlers and infantrymen began to whisper to each other.
"And the Starlight War Flag."
Thales stared at the flag he had seen before.
"It's the regular army in the Northern Territory under the Fortress Flower, and it's stationed at Broken Dragon Fortress."
Derek's expression became even more unpleasant.
"Looks like he didn't lie," Derek said sarcastically. He waved his hand and got rid of the Raven Whistlers' attacking stance.
"How exciting."
Paul did as he was told, but at the same time, he said hesitantly,
"Maybe they're here to support the Western Frontlines and defend against Blade Fangs Camp?"
Derek snorted softly.
"Then they came really quickly. How many days has it been since the incident at the camp?"
Thales wisely did not interrupt.
Soon, the group in the distance arrived before them.
It was a cavalier troop of nearly one hundred men. They carried different flags, and they surrounded a carriage with two horses in the center.
They arrived beside the Royal Guards. Their movements were not as swift and fierce as the Royal Guards, and their mounts were not as well-equipped as the Royal Guards, but they won in terms of uniformity and order.
"This is great." The blond Doyle sighed.
"The person in charge is here."
Soon, under the crowd's gazes, the simple carriage of the new troop stopped beside the Royal Guards.
A gentle and steady voice traveled steadily from the carriage.
"Good morning, everyone."
As he listened to this voice, Thales' breathing slowly quickened.
"You are walking a little too fast, Lord Mallos." The person in the carriage seemed to be resigned.
"Count Roth has been complaining about this journey of traveling day and night. It will drain the soldiers' stamina."
Mallos twitched the corners of his mouth when he was questioned. He turned his horse around.
"Fortunately, you are not walking slowly either, Your Grace." His tone was as indifferent as ever, but he nodded at the carriage out of habit.
"I was worried that I would be mistaken as a kidnapper."
In the next second, as laughter spread, the owner of the carriage pushed open the carriage door and stepped on the ground.
At the moment he saw the person who came, Thales slowly exhaled and became completely at ease.
It was as if a journey he had started a long time ago had finally come to an end.
"It's alright, Derek." Thales subconsciously comforted the Count of Wing Fort, and he could not help but curl up his lips.
"We are fine now."
The person who came down from the carriage still walked with steady steps, and his posture was cordial. He held the cane he was used to, and he ignored the hostile situation between both parties. He naturally came to Mallos' side and stared at Thales from afar.
His gaze lasted for a few seconds, and it was a mixture of eagerness, surprise, regret, and other emotions.
The place became quiet. No one spoke.
The prince calmly endured the other person's gaze.
But when he instinctively wanted to smile, Thales realized that his cheeks were a little stiff.
Finally, the person who came over let out a long sigh and revealed a gratified smile.
"You look very spirited."
The middle-aged man's voice trembled slightly.
"My young sir."
At the moment he heard this form of address, Thales only felt his ears echo, and he felt as if he had returned to the past.
But this time …
Thales quietly stared at the middle-aged noble in front of him.
He noticed that even though the man's smile was the same as before and he was polite, there were already stars at his temples. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were even more obvious, and the skin on his face was sunken and loose.
Even his body … had become much more hunched due to the gift of time.
Thales felt his heart sink a little.
But in the end, he still took a deep breath and put away his uncontrollable expression. He suppressed the countless emotions that rose from the bottom of his heart and tried his best to speak softly in the calmest, most proactive, and most relaxed manner.
"You too.
I am very happy to see you again. "
The prince's smile was brilliant.
"Gilbert."
It was very quiet around them. No one from either side made a sound.
Then, the middle-aged noble, the Cunning Fox of Constellation, Honorary Count Gilbert Caso nodded slowly.
"Me too, young sir." There was a clear rise and fall in Gilbert's voice.
"I mean, Your Highness …"
His words were cut off midway.
Gilbert first raised his head, blinked a few times, and took a few deep breaths. Finally, his tone returned to normal.
"Me too."
Both of them did not say much during the brief reunion. They only exchanged a few simple greetings before they looked away.
"Good morning."
On the other side, Derek nodded slightly at Gilbert with a stern expression. His tone was respectful and solemn, which was completely different from when he spoke to the prince.
"Count Caso."
Gilbert responded with a smile. He was cordial and down-to-earth.
"Count Kroma."
"I am very happy to see that you have a close relationship with His Highness."
The Cunning Fox of Constellation might be standing on the ground, but no one would think that he was at a disadvantage.
"And you must be Count Bozdorf's representative?"
Paul's face was dark by the side.
"His heir."
Gilbert smiled politely, just as he always did.
"Of course."
With Gilbert's arrival, Mallos returned to the careless and indifferent attitude he had when they first met. He seemed to intend to let the honorary count handle all the negotiations.
As it turned out, there was no problem with his choice.
Derek sighed. He was about to speak, but in the next second, the Cunning Fox of Constellation beat him to it.
"Your Highness, my lords." Gilbert nodded at each commander. His smile was warm and friendly.
"Since you are all here and there are so many witnesses, I will start straight away."
Paul, who was watching the regular soldiers of the royal family warily, frowned.
Even Thales was stunned for a moment.
"Start?"
Paul turned his head around in puzzlement.
"Derek?"
But Derek only shook his head.
In the next moment, Gilbert's expression became stern. He used his arm to clamp down on his cane and brought out an exquisitely decorated scroll from his bosom. It was not small, and he opened it in a familiar and elegant manner.
Derek's eyebrows twitched.
At the back of the scroll was the emblem of the Nine-Pointed Star.
Gilbert cleared his throat.
"May the Sunset Goddess protect us, and the previous kings bear witness …"
He stood tall and straight, and his posture was relaxed. His voice was loud and clear, and there was an awe-inspiring presence that was restrained but could not be ignored.
"The legitimate descendant of the Final Empire, the successor of Tormond, the King of Renaissance, the master of the Rudollians and Northlanders in the Western Peninsula, the conqueror of the Dragon Skeleton Throne and the Desert God's Altar, the protector of the Sacred Tree and Sera Dukedom, the defender of Steel City and the Alliance of Freedom, the thirty-ninth Supreme King of Constellation, the Southern Islands, and the Western Desert, Kessel the Jadestar the Fifth, hereby announces to all the citizens of Constellation and all those who stand before this decree …"
The people in the area moved slightly, and they started whispering to each other in hushed tones.
Gilbert did not care about them. He only stared at the scroll in his hands with a stern and respectful expression.
"On the nineteenth of the eighth lunar month, the year 679 of Constellation's Calendar of Eradication, in the eighteenth year of the reign of the honorable King Kessel the Fifth, after thorough and detailed consideration, he will enthusiastically give praise and reward to a gentleman who has achieved enough merits and is of a suitable status."
Gilbert paused for a moment, as if he was waiting for something. He looked around him.
Thales' breathing began to quicken.
Everyone quietened down.
When it was completely quiet, the Cunning Fox opened his mouth again and read the name.
"Thales T. K. Jadestar."
At that moment, Derek, Paul, Mallos, and the others all had different expressions.
Thales, who had expected it, took a deep breath. He no longer knew what expression he should have.
"This noble and knight sacrificed his rights as a prince in a noble manner over the past six years. He bravely protected the safety of the northern border, selflessly protected the welfare of millions of subjects, and respectfully protected the dignity of Constellation …"
When he reached this part, Gilbert's voice rose and fell in cadence, and his emotions rose and fell.
He paused again and took a deep breath. Under the complicated, surprised, excited, and nervous gazes of the people in the area, he announced in a clear voice,
"Because of this, he and his legal heir will be granted the hereditary authority over Star Lake Castle and the towns and lands affiliated to it by His Majesty. They will also bear the glorious duty of paying taxes and conscription.
"The Duke of Star Lake."
At that moment, it was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
Countless gazes moved away from Gilbert at the same time. In the end, they landed on the teenager on the horse.
Thales only stared at Gilbert in a daze.
'What?'
He had nothing to say to that, and he could not express his emotions.
"This agreement and this declaration will be witnessed by everyone in the kingdom. It will be implemented immediately, and it will never be broken."
Gilbert looked at the reactions of the people in the area with satisfaction. He slowly put away the scroll and revealed a smile again.
"That is all."
A few seconds later, as the first stifled voice rose, life returned to this part of the Avenue of Blessings.
Derek closed his eyes and exhaled heavily.
Paul looked at Thales with a very strange expression.
Mallos exchanged glances with his fellow guards. They were still as relaxed as before.
"The official announcement will be sent to all of Constellation through a public edict." Gilbert looked at the Count of Wing Fort in a friendly manner.
"Of course, it will also include all of Western Desert and your territories."
Derek tightened his grip on the reins. He did not open his eyes.
"Now, Count Kroma, and you, Paul." Gilbert had his signature, impeccable smile on his face. For the first time, he looked at the hundreds of Raven Whistle Light Cavaliers with an astonishing presence. His expression was one of concern.
"I believe that the Duke of Star Lake will welcome all of you to join his group and enjoy your company."
Thales instinctively looked at Derek.
The Count of Wing Fort still had his eyes closed. He was silent for a long time.
A few seconds later, Derek slowly opened his eyes.
"No, there is no need.
I believe that our mission has been completed, Paul. "
This time, Derek's expression was extremely cold, and his words were pale.
"It is time to go."
Gilbert did not say anything. He only curled up the corners of his lips again. He nodded elegantly and appropriately to show that he understood.
Thales stared at him in a daze. He did not know what to do.
"Derek …"
Derek sighed and made a gesture.
The Raven Whistle Light Cavaliers reacted as quickly as a flock of startled crows. They reined in their horses, turned around, and left the spot.
* Rumble … *
For a period of time, the horses galloped back and forth on the road, and dust flew everywhere.
Paul could only rein in his horse and leave, even though his heart was filled with reluctance.
Derek stopped for a moment. Amid the piercing sounds of horse hooves, he extended his palm to Thales.
The prince, who had not registered what was going on, instinctively grabbed Derek's hand, but Derek pulled him forward.
"Take care, Your Highness."
Derek's grip was very strong. With a stern expression, he moved closer to the prince's ear.
"Then, Thales," he whispered.
"Please remember our promise."
Thales was stunned.
"Promise?"
He asked in puzzlement.
"Yes."
This time, Derek's voice was deep and sonorous, just like his expression.
"Six years ago, when your carriage left the capital and headed north to Eckstedt …"
The master of the Single-Winged Crow, the Count of Wing Fort whispered into the teenager's ear.
"The promise we made to you."
'Six years ago …
'Left the capital …
'Went north to Eckstedt …
'Their …
'Promise.'
At that moment, Thales was stunned when he remembered something.
Thales raised his head swiftly and looked at him in surprise.
"You … all of you?"
The count let go of Thales' hand. With a determined expression, he nodded heavily.
"It is still valid."
In the next moment, before Thales could react, Derek clamped down on his horse's abdomen. With a furious shout, he turned his horse around and gathered with his' Head Crow '.
He galloped away.
* Rumble … *
Thales rode alone on his horse and stared at Derek's back in a daze.
On the other side, Mallos raised his eyebrows and waved his hand as well. The Royal Guards and regular soldiers caught up to the prince and crowded around him.
* Rumble … *
The endless sounds of horse hooves gathered into two waves. One of them left, and the other entered.
But Thales was still stunned where he stood.
The teenager was a little dazed by the continuous barrage of news. He could only lower his head. His mind was in a mess, and he relied on his ears to sense everything around him.
Behind him, the black mass of Raven Whistle Light Cavaliers and Black Lion Army left his side. They turned left together, and after making a semicircle, they returned to their original path. As their footsteps rumbled like war drums, they created endless dark and deep waves.
* Thump thump thump … *
In front of him, a group of bright Royal Guards and regular soldiers charged towards him from his right. They filled up the empty space beside him. Their hooves danced in the air, and their armor shone brightly. They intersected with each other, creating a dazzling, cold light.
From the sky, it looked like two raging torrents of black and white colors collided head-on in a spectacular vortex. They separated the moment they touched the center of the circle.
The waves surged, but they were clearly separated.
Only Thales was different.
He was like a barely visible dot on the ground. He stood at the center of the two huge waves in a daze.
He welcomed the two huge waves tearing him apart.
He was independent.
He was at a loss.
He was insignificant.
He did not know how much time had passed.
A familiar and gentle voice rose beside his ears.
"Now, please come with me."
Thales raised his head in a daze.
"Honorable …"
Gilbert was right in front of him. His eyes were sparkling, and his tone was fluctuating as he spoke of the new title in front of him.
"Duke Thales."
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