“Are you sure?”

The 7th imperial regiment commander Viscount Moraine asked hurriedly, and the soldier nodded his head. The soldier’s leather armor was packed full of dirt and dust.

“Yes sir! It is definitely the symbol of the Pendragon Duchy.  They are accompanied by orc warriors, so there’s no doubt that it’s really them!”

“Oohh…!”

Viscount Moraine clenched his fist tightly.

It had been unclear whether Duke Pendragon was alive or not, but now it was confirmed. In addition, the Pendragon Duchy’s warriors seemed to have succeeded in meeting and rescuing their monarch.

“Send twenty horses right away. They must have suffered great casualties.”

“Yes!”

A knight answered before hurrying outside. Then, the soldier who gave the report hesitated for a moment before speaking once more.

“Excuse me, Your Excellency.”

“Hmm? Was there anything else to report?”

“Well, it’s just that… with the Pendragon Duchy’s troops, some… strange people seemed to be in the mix as well.”

“Strange people? Say it clearly.”

The soldier answered with a hasty bow as Viscount Moraine frowned.

“They appear similar to hunters, but their faces are painted with strange pictures. There are around 70, 80 of them. However,...