Chapter 474 - Farialice (1/2)

”They've already retreated?”

An army of 2000 strong marched forward. Despite the lack of enemies before them, their formation remained neat and organized. In fact, other than the unique sound of synchronized footsteps, the army had been completely silent until this point.

At the helm of it all, the warrior who spoke wore black robes accented with white flexible armor. He rode on a scaled horse Leonel would easily recognize as the steeds Heira and the other members of the Kaefir family had been using when they first ran across him.

Of course, the ten individuals who headed this army were the White Knights of White City.

Each of them rode upon one of these scaled horses, their demeanor stoic. It almost seemed out of place for any one of them to speak at all.

Among them, four were women and the remaining six were men.

”They've likely retreated to the first line of mountains.” Another White Knight replied indifferently.

”Where they've retreated to doesn't matter. Their death is imminent.”

The White Knights continued forward as though none of them had spoken a word to begin with. With barely a shred of communication, they shifted the direction the army was headed in, making a straight line toward the first line of defense.

It was not even a couple hours later that the first line of mountains came into view for the White City army.

…

Sitting atop a mountain peak, Leonel's head nodded to sleep every so often.

”Yip! Yip!”

The little mink lightly clawed at Leonel's face, waking him up.

”Oh? Are they here?” Leonel asked.

Leonel's gaze seemed somewhat sharper. Though the fatigue was still there, it seemed that he had at least rested his mind a bit. But, whether it would make much of a difference still remained to be seen.

Leonel looked over the horizon.

Though Camelot's lands had been dispelled of the perpetual rain, no-man's land and the Demon Empire still had heavy dark clouds hanging over it, a very familiar light drizzle of acidic rain pitter pattering ever so softly.

From Leonel's vantage point, high up on a mountain peak, he could see the grey, cracked lands White City's army marched through.

Leonel stood a bit too quickly, causing his head to spin.

'More than 30 hours of sleep wasn't enough?' Leonel grasped onto his head, sighing lightly.

It had technically only been two hours of sleep. But, split between his minds, thanks to Dream Sense, it should have been the equivalent of more than 30. Unfortunately, it seemed that Leonel had underestimated just how much time he would need for his mind to recover.

'This state should still be more than enough to deal with them.'

Leonel's gaze grew cold, a calculating indifference reflecting in his eyes.

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