"Oh dear, such bad luck, leaving the warm and cozy castle to wander in this wilderness."
The gentle voice of the Third Princess slowly echoed around, but the only response was the sound of hoofbeats and the clatter and friction of armor.
She was now part of a cavalry unit, blood race knights charging, surrounded by ghouls and giant bats in the sky.
Counting these followers as cannon fodder, this unit's numbers were nearly 400 people.
Of course, the only thing worth mentioning was the less than 100 blood race cavalry.
Maybe at most, those twenty werewolves.
It was clear that this entire team existed for mobility; they were evidently pursuing some target.
"Why must I also be sent out? I have no desire to face my brother.
I don't want to end up dying at my brother's hands like that reckless fool."
