Neighhhh!

The stallion immediately responded to its master’s order. Silion was named after the king of the wind spirits, and it lived up to its name.

“Let’s go, sirs! We shall knock those arrogant men down!” Eugene shouted in a loud voice.

Wuaaaaaah!

The knights responded to his shouts and rushed out of hiding in groups.

“What?”

“You said there were less than twenty!”

The noble knights faltered in their charge, and their expressions paled when they saw the numerous free knights banding under the flag of the black dragon.

“W-what should we do?”

“We’re going to lose at this rate! We cannot allow ourselves to be captured by those vermin! It would be a disgrace to my family!”

The noble knights stopped in their tracks and started to fall into confusion. But the free knights continued to charge in the meantime, and one of the noble knights threw away his wooden spear as if he could not overcome the pressure. 

“Sir Jeremy!”

“Are you trying to surrender?!” The other knights shouted.

“Of course not,” Baron Jeremy responded before taking his longsword from his saddle and unsheathing it.

“Now that things have turned out like this, we must fight for real. There’s no way we could lose if it’s a battle of true blades, right?” Baron Jeremy continued.

“...!” The eyes of the other noble knights widened when they saw the glint of Baron Jeremy’s silver longsword under the sun. Soon, they followed suit and started to discard their wooden spears and swords before unsheathing their real weapons.

“He’s right!...