"The Eagle Flock is gone, and so is the Earl. You don't need to worry and hide your identity anymore; this is our territory now."
The two walked down the mountain, the wailing in the woods seeming as if it had never occurred.
Laura did not wear that hood, her stern face relaxing slightly upon hearing the Lord's words.
She had originally defected from the Eagle Flock to join Hamlet just to save her life, and at that time, could never have imagined that today the Earl would be dead, Bastia would fall, and the Eagle Flock would be obliterated.
Similarly, all these events happened within a mere month, and the Knight that the Earl took pride in, who could suppress the Mountain Barbarian Tribe, was dealt with even before a battle took place.
The Eagle Flock, infamous in Bastia and even the mountains, feared by all, was wiped out so effortlessly.
The leader who cruelly imposed pain, humiliation, and fear upon her was as fragile as a chick before the Lord.
