The soldiers crowded on the wall, watching the cavalry gallop by, their eyes filled with envy and jealousy.
"That lucky kid!"
"I used to herd for the Lord, I'll find Knight Hans later to try my luck. I also want to become that... winged cavalry?"
"It's Winged Cavalry!"
"I just realized, Ulm's riding skill is actually so good. Look at that shiny armor, it's just like a noble lady's mirror."
On the wall, Marles silently watched this scene, a hint of nostalgia in his expression.
Once upon a time, he also crafted quite a few armors for the Winged Cavalry, each more exquisite than the one that cavalryman was wearing, but that was in the past.
Ever since Duke Jagelon VIII fell, and he was expelled from the territories of the Boli Federation, he had never seen the Winged Cavalry again.
The once powerful Boli Federation was no more, replaced by a weak country sandwiched between Tsarist Russia and Prussia, retreating at every turn, its territory shrinking year by year.
Crack—
