The vassals clenched their eyes or resolved themselves in other ways as they bowed.

They had realized it the moment the armor entered this throne room.

Their leader.

The crown prince had come here fully intending on heading to the battlefield.
He had decided everything before the meeting had even begun.

They kept their heads down and responded to Alberu�s order.

�As you command!�

Alberu Crossman.

He would head to his first battle soon.

* * *

His feet continued to sink.

��This is driving me crazy!�

Bud ended up shouting as he quickly took a few steps forward.

�Get on.�
�Huff, huff. I�m o-�

Bud then forced Pan on his back.

�Huff, I�m okay. Leader.�
�Shut up.�

Pan was small, but he was quite heavy such that Bud�s feet started to sink even more.

�Damn it.�

His nose was itchy.

Elf Sorros walked up and started to speak as Bud subconsciously twitched his nose.

�Are they getting close?�

He had an urgent expression on his face.

Sorros was full of sweat as he asked if the enemies were approaching. Saint Jack was on his back. JrNovels.com