The man flinched and ground to a halt when he found a line in front of his feet that seemed to have been drawn with ink—it was the black line that Dane had drawn earlier while blocking Juan earlier.

“Be careful if you don’t want to end up losing your feet.”

“...There are many people waiting for Master Dane Dormund’s decision. Can you tell me a little bit in advance?”

Dane turned his head toward the man.

The man looked into Dane’s eyes and flinched as he bowed his head. Dane’s eyes which seemed to have the experience of hundreds of years but ironically had the appearance of a child’s eyes, gave an odd feeling that made it difficult for one to look at him recklessly.

“What is it that you want to know?”

“...Master, you already know what I want to know. Has the emperor really returned? After all, Aruntal’s fate is at stake here.”

Dane was silent for a moment. He shuddered in front of Juan and admired his potential. The possibility of Juan taking over the capital was close to one hundred percent. Although Barth Baltic was quite strong, it wasn’t important to figure out who was stronger—and that was why Dane thought that Juan wasn’t ready yet.

Dane spat out a reply.

“He is broken. He is no longer the emperor.”

The man opened his eyes wide and looked at Dane, who continued to speak.

“I must make a new one.”

***

Gallop! Gallop! Gallop!

The horses covered in heavy armor trampled on the ground vigorou...