"Da da da!"
The port was like a gray drum, with crisscrossed low houses and alleys, outlining rough scales and patterns on its surface. The galloping Royal Cavalry felt like drumsticks striking, producing a low tremor with the horse's gallop, which stirred the soldiers' enthusiastic cheers. On the battlefield of the Holy War, whenever the Queen's banner appeared, the invigorating cheer was always like this moment, providing the soldiers with incredible morale boosts.
Royal Knight Alvaro was already accustomed to all this and felt genuinely proud to be able to lift the Queen's banner high! After a brief moment of daze, he instinctively waved the Royal Banner, as if he had returned to the mountains and valleys of Granada, shouting fearless battle slogans.
"Faith!"
Upon hearing the familiar call, Pedro Magallit thrust his chest forward, personally leading the elite eighty-man squad to step forward and shout in welcome.
"Cross!"
