Eugene’s army moved quite fast, traveling more than thirty kilometers each day. The mercenaries from the continent were in high spirits, and they were veterans with abundant experience in the field. The knights were in a similar situation as them. But in addition to their high spirits and experience, they also knew Eugene from the Carls Baggins Peninsula or Maren. As such, they were faithful in carrying out Eugene’s commands.

In other words, they were a group of elite soldiers loyal to their commander and eager to prove their worth. As such, they would naturally be fleet-footed. Even the beowulf warriors, famous for their stamina and quick speed, could not hide their astonishment.

However, no one was more surprised than Eugene’s hostages.

“Sir Bonmer? Is something the matter?” Lorraine asked with a curious face, and Bonmer flinched before turning his gaze. He had been deep in thought with a stiff expression.

“No, it’s just… I’m a little surprised by His Excellency Eugene’s army.” Bonmer responded with a stammer.

“Well, that’s understandable. I heard that they are all mercenaries, but they are as disciplined and well-equipped as trained soldiers,” Lorraine remarked. Although she wasn’t a knight, she had enough knowledge to embark on a knight’s quest. She turned her head and nodded while looking back at the orderly ranks of the mercenaries.

Bonmer...