“Hu-Hubalt crossed the border?” Valmont, who was following the two princes, was surprised. Up until now, he had been exchanging silly banter with Duke Tremblin. He’d suggested they bet on who would kill more of the death knights, Kireua or Selim.0

“O-Old man,” Valmont stammered, “did you hear that?”0

“It’s ‘Your Grace’ to you when other people are around.”0

“What do you mean? No one is here except us—”0

“Look up.”0

Valmont raised his head and his eyes immediately widened.0

It wasn’t just the Emperor of Avalon on the battlefield right now. Cain, the Combat Emperor; Icarus, the Heaven’s Mind; Iceline, the Cold-Blooded Murderer; Ulabis, the Flame Emperor… Every one of them, worried about the emperor, had dropped what they were doing and hastened to the battlefield.0

“It won’t be easy to buy an artifact of levitation even with ten years of my salary, but…” Valmont trailed off.0

“Why are you worried about that? The greatest artifact crafter in the continent is right over there.”0

“…That was what I was going...0