"If we leave now, we can still save the three corps behind."
"Is it too late?" Horn asked in return.
Patrick shook his head: "It's too late. Once the Second Imperial Guard Corps is defeated, there won't even be a chance to retreat to Gray Furnace Town. Make a decision quickly."
"..." Standing in place, Horn gazed towards the direction of Joan of Arc Castle.
Patrick furrowed his brows tightly, impatiently grabbing Horn's arm: "Speak up, the sooner a decision is made, the fewer people die."
"..." Horn muttered to himself, looking at the ground.
"What? What are you saying?"
Taking a deep breath, Horn lifted his head, looked at Patrick, and smiled: "If I chose preservation, I wouldn't be standing here; then I should be standing on the land of Swamp Town."
Patrick was stunned, seeing the young man standing in front of the escaping vessel from Joan of Arc Castle three months ago once again overlap with the person in front of him.
"It's different from before..."
