"Alvaro, exactly how many Imperial Knights do the French have? Northern Italy has them, Southern Italy has them, why are they everywhere?..."
"The number of Imperial Knights in France, exactly how many are there? I heard from a messenger sent by the Alliance to the Queen that there are nearly two thousand Imperial Knights appearing on the Italian battlefield. Adding those who haven't mobilized in mainland France... probably three thousand knights? I guess it might be more or less, the difference shouldn't be too much."
In the captain's cabin of the Holy Light, Vice Admiral Antonio and Royal Cavalry Captain Alvaro chatted idly about the war in Italy while enjoying local delicacies from Seville. On the plate were fresh pork sausages, with blood and oil oozing out with each bite. In the pot was Moorish-style safflower chickpea fried rice, drenched with wet fish soup.
"Tsk tsk! These pork sausages from Seville, they are truly fragrant!"
