While Garius spoke with Francesca and Alf, the sound of approaching hoofbeats reached them.
Erinette arrived, seated atop her large silver Pekko.
Behind her followed Liana and Gloria, each guiding her own mount in quiet formation. The moment they dismounted, Erinette gave a respectful nod and spoke clearly.
"My lord. They are here."
Liana and Gloria stepped forward, bowing slightly with one hand pressed over their left chest.
"…My lord," they said in unison.
Garius turned his gaze toward them, his tone calm but firm.
"Good. You shouldn't have even considered charging toward the battlefield. Your young master understood the risks and kept you far from it. Even with all your training… even after reaching your current strength… that training was never meant to throw you into battle beside him. It was so you could defend yourselves. Nothing more."
His eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice lowered into something colder.
