Arno hurriedly raised the head in his hands.
It wasn't Beaumont's face at all.
"Damn it, we were tricked!"
In a fury, Arno hurled the head away.
...
Far from the battlefield, with Eric's contingent.
The long wait was making Belem extremely anxious.
"Brother Eric, it's time, isn't it? That kid Arno has taken down the King's Banner. If we don't go now, we'll miss our chance!"
"Wait a little longer!"
Eric bit his thumb, his gaze heavy as he stared at the distant battlefield.
'William definitely has a trick up his sleeve.'
"No more waiting, Eric. If we don't go now, forget about getting any credit. If Lord Robert finds out later, this kind of behavior is tantamount to cowardice. We wouldn't be able to talk our way out of it."
Belem stood up.
Following Belem's movement, the Knights stood up as well.
Belem's mood was a reflection of the Knights' own feelings. For a Knight, cowardice was the greatest shame.
