The morning cold wind was still biting. Count Dretta stood early on high ground, gazing out at the distant Thousand River Valley army positions.
He had originally prepared to start a new offensive, but the scene before him made him rub his eyes vigorously.
Black and red flags fluttered, footsteps making a uniform rustling as they trod on the snowy ground.
The flags representing the Holy Grail Cavalry Corps walked beside the black and red banners, marking about five hundred Holy Gun Cavalry.
Of course, as Jeanne's direct cavalry unit, they had their own name, akin to the Holy Armor Forbidden Army in the Imperial Guard—they were known as the Holy Grail Gun Cavalry.
But regardless of how the opposing Thousand River Valley Army deployed or altered formations, one thing was certain—
The Thousand River Valley Army actually lined up and marched out of the camp?
"Have they gone mad?" a Knight incredulously whispered.
