Glory to King Leon
Leon's brow lifted. "Black—"
But the knight cut him off, his words fierce and unshakable. "I swore my blade to you. Not just when things are easy… but when they are hardest. If you want a kingdom—this loyal subordinate will bring it to your feet. You won't need to move, my lord."
There was no hesitation in his voice. No doubt.
Johny stepped forward right after, unwavering.
"Me too, Lord. Don't even try to stop me… or the blade that swore loyalty to you, and you alone."
The voice rang out fiercely, unwavering.
Then came a shift. A wave. One soldier after another stepped forward with purpose in their eyes.
"I will go!"
"We'll follow you!"
"Don't ask us to stay behind!"
"We'll go."
"You won't stand alone."
Their voices didn't echo in fear—but in fire. The air itself began to buzz, alive with devotion. What started as scattered cries turned into a storm.
"If our Duke becomes King… we'll flourish like never before!"
