'Forget it. I'll just do as the lord says.'
Claude sighed to himself and cast all his worries aside.
'I just need to follow loyally and do my job. As for the scheming and power struggles between nobles, why should I concern myself with all that?'
「Nightfall, at the front lines.」
Roland and the Baron had both chosen to make camp near the village, avoiding a night battle.
The villagers had long since scattered and fled. The timid ones ran immediately, while the bolder ones dared to gather their belongings before leaving.
This tense atmosphere didn't last long. By dawn the next morning, just as the sky was beginning to lighten, both sides were ready for battle.
The sooner they fought, the sooner it would be over, and the sooner they could rest. Only the victor would deserve to eat lunch in peace.
