Harold looked utterly disheveled. His nerves had been on edge recently, mostly because of Gillian.

Yet, despite his haggard appearance, his eyes burned more fiercely than ever.

"Ghislain... Ghislain... That damned brat has finally appeared before me."

Harold’s feelings were no different from Ghislain’s. Both had been eagerly awaiting this moment.

To sever each other's necks.

Clop. Clop.

A knight of Fenris bearing a white flag approached Desmond’s camp.

The knight flung something toward their camp before retreating swiftly.

When the soldiers of Desmond’s army saw what had been thrown, they paled and hurriedly brought it to Harold.

Harold scowled …