"Enough, thank you, Bertrand, Estelle, Des." Laine sat on the back of the Pure-blooded Elf Warhorse Grapes, gently encouraging the three of them, "If this operation succeeds, your contributions will be marked on the military medals."
This time, he couldn't ride the Griffin; the Griffin was too conspicuous, too eye-catching.
"It's my honor to serve the Count." Bertrand said with his head down, "Now, let me lead the way for you."
"Very well! Let's move out!"
The ice on the river, strengthened by magic, became incredibly solid. As Bertrand and the others mounted their horses, Laine immediately led eighty knights across the ice layer rapidly.
Five minutes later, after confirming that all knights had crossed, Teresa ceased her spellcasting. Without the support of magic, the strong ice quickly weakened under the river's impact, returning to its former fragile state.
