Meanwhile.
In a reed field about ten miles from the crossroads, Jeanne was holding her horse on the hillside, watching and waiting.
The cavalry she sent out to scout had been gone for half an hour, yet there was still no news.
Based on the last report, those pursuing reinforcements seemed to have stopped.
This time, Jeanne deliberately used herself as bait, and they actually did not fall for it?
The air was filled with a sense of anxiety for some time.
On the clearing in the forest on the other side of the reed field, three hundred Knights of the Defensive Army were resting with their horses.
The horses were impatiently pawing at the ground, not understanding why they abruptly stopped after running so joyfully.
As for the knights, they appeared solemn, either smoking pipes or drinking water, chatting quietly.
This operation was the result of negotiations between Jeanne and the oligarchs of the five-city council on Dawn Island.
