As the last cavalryman fled the camp, only to be shot in the back by a blood contract and fall from his horse, the entire camp finally recovered from the chaos.
Immediately, they all began to madly cheer Serafe's name.
After all, if not for her, while they might have repelled the enemy, there would have been more casualties.
"Look, the Holy Alliance only uses such petty tactics," Serafe said, standing on a high platform with her hands behind her back. "If you ask me, they came just at the right time, barely a thousand cavalrymen, what is there to fear?"
"Long live the sovereign!"
"May the sovereign live forever!"
Under the urging of the officers and special war observers, the soldiers began to jump and clap in applause, cheering.
"Alright, tidy up the camp, continue to rest, once we reach the Hot Intestine Valley, we'll give them a good show!" Serafe, quite the heroic leader, waved her hand, dismissing the soldiers.
"At your command, Your Majesty!"
