"Leone, I missed you."
"I missed you too, Mother."
Helen looked at her son with a smile, but deep inside, she felt quite worried.
But after seeing her grandfather send out the mercenary group, Lost Paradise, to assist Leone, relief washed over her.
At the same time, she also blanked out for a few seconds before finally regaining her composure.
To put it simply, Lost Paradise was Lugh's butcher knife.
He would only call them when he wanted something done right.
That thought gave Helen more assurance of her son's safety. If even Lost Paradise couldn't protect Leone, no one else could.
"The King has decreed that all nobles are required to lend their private armies for the upcoming battle," Helen said, fully knowing that her time to talk to Leone was limited. "Your father will be leading five hundred light cavalry as part of the logistics team."
"Good." Leone sighed internally.
