The main forces of Viscount Harmon broke away from the conscripts and began to fiercely give chase -- but they could not catch up to the enemy in the least. Although both sides were infantrymen, the troops of the Forrest county were handpicked for their agility and had been given the lightest equipment.

Not being able to match their pace, Viscount Harmon decided to use his next resource.

“Send the knights forth. Don’t let them slip our grasp!”

Viscount Harmon ordered forth the knights that were escorting him, assessing that no enemy infantryman could possibly outrun knights on horseback.

“Yes, my Lord!”

Viscount Harmon’s knights immediately spurred their horses on at his command. The number of horses that broke away from the rank and file was ten. This was the entirety of Viscount Harmon’s knights.

But right then…

“It seems they’re all coming out.”

Tommy surveyed his surroundings before whipping out a small object and holding it to his mouth. And then…

Piiiiieeee!

The sound of the object spread far and wide.

“Whoa, how is that louder than a horn even though it’s smaller?”

Rick watched Tommy with fascination.

The tool that Tommy was using had not actually existed in this world until now, but Milton had commissioned a blacksmith to produce it: a whistle. Milton had it crafted so that...