The next day—I hadn't been able to wash and had slept feeling sticky, but it had become routine by now, so I at least washed my face. Michael and the other knights couldn't understand why I bothered cleaning myself like this, but I liked being clean, and if I went even a single day without washing, the stickiness wouldn't leave me.
Thud thud thud thud!
Then hoofbeats suddenly thundered from somewhere, and all sleepiness vanished. I hurried outside the tent, where soldiers were welcoming a group of cavalry. It was the Beren Lance Cavalry. And there were quite a lot of them—nearly a hundred riders. Besides the lancers, dozens of light cavalrymen accompanied them. The cavalry had arrived ahead of the main reinforcements.
"Good to see you, Lucas! You got here faster than expected. Did someone light a fire under you?"
"The War Minister sent me ahead. Michael, take me to Count Euz."
"Insolent bastard. In terms of hierarchy, I'm slightly above you. How dare you order me to take you?"
