The command fell, and ten thousand moved as one, turning and advancing like a giant iron beast with a clear will.
"Don't rush to leave tomorrow; it's just the Red Tide Legion's parade."
He didn't turn his head, merely saying lightly, "Since you are the Duke's most trusted knight, stand guard for him."
"See if my wolves of the Northern Territory have teeth as sharp as his Southeast Province did back then."
A rare ripple finally appeared in Nico's cloudy eyes.
Originally, he had harbored a desire for death, wanting to bring everything to an end.
But the phrase "stand guard for the old Duke" hit his final weak spot precisely.
Nico bowed his head deeply, his forehead almost touching the ground.
"At your command..." After a brief pause, his voice was deep and clear, "Patriarch."
The moment the form of address changed, the power completed its final transfer.
Louis's gaze lingered on Nico for a moment, then shifted away.
However, a calm and realistic thought flashed in his mind:
