Siegfried’s face hardened when he heard the messenger’s report. 

“Lester Kingdom? Are you sure?”

“Yes, sir. I’m sure. And we’ve also identified a military flag representing Milton Forrest.”

“Milton Forrest… Why are you here?”

Wrinkles etched on Siegfried's forehead.

***

Milton climbed onto Leonard’s back and examined the battlefield.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve been on the battlefield.”

He smiled bitterly. It was strange to think that he had gotten used to the odd smell of blood and dirt mixed together.

Jerome approached him and spoke.

“My Lord, I have the name of the commander who leads the Imperial Army.”

“Who is it?”

“It is Marquis Ryan Catel from the Strabus Kingdom, sir.”

“Marquis Catel… I see. It’s only because he’s that strong that he’s been able to hang on so persistently.”

Even from a distance, Milton could see a speck running wildly within the Republican encirclement. The situation looked precarious, almost like a candle flickering like it was about to go out in the middle of a raging storm.

“It’d be a waste to let him die here. What’s the development of the troops?”

“They’re all finished, sir.”

Milton nodded when he heard Jerome’s response.

“Good.”

Milton put on his helmet, then stroked Leonard’s...