"Is that... a Magic Explosion Bullet?!"
"It's the Red Tide Army! The Red Tide's crimson banner!"
Someone exclaimed.
Yorn stared intently at the figure emerging from the flames.
Clad in a red and black battle robe, black hair burning like snow in the firelight, wielding a longsword, arriving with wind, snow, and furious flames.
"It's the boss! It's Lord Louis---!!!"
Yorn was so excited that he dashed out of the cellar, stumbling as he lunged forward, directly hugging Louis's leg.
"Boss! I knew you wouldn't abandon me!"
"You still remember when we trained in the Imperial Capital as kids; to skip class, you pushed me into the manure pit, I knew you weren't a bad person, wooooo..."
Louis's eye twitched,
Raising his foot, he kicked him away without mercy: "Calm down, your smell is too strong."
"I still have other territories to rescue here. You immediately take your people and the remaining knights, and retreat immediately towards the Red Tide Territory.
