"They're not allowed?!"
Upon hearing this news, Bright Mabora immediately pulled the reins, causing his black warhorse to rear up.
On this dirt road along the King's Path, packed with nearly three thousand cavalrymen, the expansive plains of fields and forests spread out.
All of them were elite Border Knights, but compared to the earlier excitement during the chase, the atmosphere was now filled with shock.
Bright wiped the sweat-soaked hair from his forehead, hardly able to believe the news.
His elder brother, Kennard, had died in battle at Hot Wind Mountain, and he hadn't even been able to see the body.
Now that he finally cornered Jeanne, the enemy who killed his brother, how could he just retreat in disgrace?
"Master Knight..." the messenger called softly once more.
Bright did not turn around, his gaze fixed intently on the fork in the road ahead.
It led to where Jeanne's guerrilla squad had vanished, with traces of hoof prints still visible in the dirt.
