In the southern part of the battlefield, in a city that has just been breached, the flag belonging to the Elves has already risen over the city walls.
Looking at the scepter flag fluttering continuously in the wind, the Silver-armored Warrior's gaze was somewhat complex.
The battle was over, the Elves had already moved into the city to rest, and his Cavalry also had a station within the city.
From time to time, songs and laughter could be heard from the camp over there, likely having Elves bring various delicacies and fun items, indulging in post-war revelry with the Knights.
"Are you the White Knight Frank?"
A melodious voice came from behind, calm, mature, with a certain magnetism, capturing the attention of the Silver-armored Knight.
He slowly turned around, seeing a spirited red-haired Elf woman warrior appear behind him.
Beside her was a majestic dragon.
