"Is this the powerful army you claim can defeat the Black Hat Army?" The middle-aged knight named Kolebo asked Horn.
Although his tone was gentle, everyone accompanying them could detect a trace of mockery.
"Bold! Who gave you the guts?
"Drag him out and beat him!"
"Your Grace, I..."
Despite the people around yelling encouragement for violence, no one actually made a move.
Horn held the Holy Words in his mouth; only with his command could any action be taken.
Standing beside Kolebo, Jeanne frowned as she watched the recruits jumping around carelessly.
These young men had never undergone military training, and even if they had, it surely wasn't the kind provided by Horn. It's understandable they're not adapting well.
But she never anticipated the situation to be this poor.
"How many Blessed are among these recruits?" Horn asked Jeska who was nearby.
