Rocky ridges Fortress, Inner City District, a team of knights and soldiers with bright armor are marching in formation through the wide town streets. Above the team, the flag of Count Pompeii of the Plains of the Holy Spirits flutters in mid-air, with golden-red embroidery shining conspicuously in the sunlight, lavish and grand.
Sir Maryland stood on the wall of the Inner City District, overlooking the advancing army formation. After a long while, he softly said, "This may be the last batch of reinforcements we can count on."
"Better than none," Viscount Carol, who stood beside Sir Maryland, said in a deep voice, "Count Pompeii understands what it means if this fortress is breached."
The incoming troop was not the knight division sent by the royal family, but rather Count Pompeii's private army. The appearance of this army indicated that the Count had finally felt the urgency from the recent continuous messages and made a decision.
