The thunderous sound of galloping hooves filled the air.
The 500-strong force spotted by the mage was none other than Ghislain and the Julien Mercenary Corps.
They had left the suppression force as bait, launching a daring raid to capture Marquis Falkenheim while his main army was tied up at the frontlines.
As they rode at full speed, Dark, who had gone ahead on reconnaissance, suddenly called out to Ghislain.
— Master! Big trouble! There’s an army ahead, fully fortified! They must have been here in advance!
"What?"
Ghislain was startled. The route he had chosen was supposed to be completely clear—there was no way Falkenheim’s forces should be patrolling this area.
Damn. Goated.
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