Ticky was adjusting his collar at the fortress entrance, looking with a complex expression at the cavalry troop slowly approaching from afar.
He had never imagined that he would meet General Hamoldon, the man who once terrified him, under the pretense of being a "Baron".
Just a few months ago, he was being chased across the High Seas by this guy's warships, almost ending up as fish food...
"Baron, General Hamoldon has arrived!" Lumier, disguised as a servant, softly reminded him to manage his expression.
This sly fox—
Always picks the easy jobs!
Ticky grumbled inwardly but had no time to bicker with this guy who could afford to stand and speak without back pain.
"I know."
Taking a deep breath, he suppressed his anxiety, forced a noble smile, and stepped forward.
At a glance, General Hamoldon, who had been waiting for some time, dismounted from afar, showing the etiquette he would use for meeting prominent figures on the mainland of the Imperial domain.
