Before long, accompanied by the drumming of hooves, what appeared in their line of sight was an extremely eye‑catching banner: a blood‑red field, painted with Saint George slaying the dragon.
"Damn it, those Holy Knights again."
The people of the United Kingdom had long stationed a branch of the Saint George's Knight Order on the border, and the Texans and the Saint George's Knight Order were already old rivals.
"Heretical Holy Knights?"
Baron Charlie snorted. "We've crossed blades with the Holy Knights of Mexico too. Their level is just so‑so, nothing to make a fuss about."
Except for that brief moment when he'd asked for guidance, this guy seemed to have no idea how to spell the word "humility."
"Back in the tourney field, when we beat you till you were picking your teeth up off the ground, I don't recall you being this cocky."
"That's because I wasn't going all out!"
