I hurried to assemble the light cavalry upon receiving the Crown Prince's orders.
But Michael called out from behind, stopping me.
"Brother-in-law! Even if it's His Highness's order, are you in your right mind accepting a mission this dangerous?"
"It's fine, brother-in-law. I have an edge I'm counting on, which is why I accepted."
"Sigh, brother-in-law. Even though I know your skills are excellent, as your brother-in-law—no, as family—I can't help but worry. Are you planning to make Hilda a widow before you've even held the wedding?"
At any other time, Michael would have trusted and supported me, but this mission was extremely dangerous. Leading fifty light cavalrymen to conduct guerrilla operations against Burgundian cavalry who were slaughtering refugees could result in severe casualties. But I accepted it.
