The Sorcerer kingdom was founded 800 years ago. In these 800 years, they have dominated the New World. It is now called the Sorcerous Empire. A lot has changed in eight hundred years. The New World is called now Nazar.
A strange structure suddenly...
A group of riders raced down the road to the west, heading for Italica.
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Above them flew flags emblazoned with red, white and yellow roses. The sound of many galloping hooves thundered beneath them.
Their polished breastplates and helmets reflected gold and silver light, and the waving flags and upraised lances surged forward at great speeds.
The knight at their lead is especially noteworthy.
She was a spectacularly dressed female knight whose golden hair swayed in the wind. She lashed her horse repeatedly. Her mount mutely bore the pain and threw itself forward in response.
The countryside flew past the lady knight's eyes, but it was too slow, far too slow. She gripped the reins tighter and lashed the horse harder.
"Bozes! You're going too fast!"
The woman whose voice was filled with even calmness caught up to the foremost rider.
She was a female knight with chestnut-brown hair. Behind her was a group of mounted warriors, whom she had left behind in her haste to catch up with Bozes.
The lady knight called Bozes replied in a voice like the tinkling of silver bells.
"We're still too slow, Panache!"
"Your horse won't be able to take it, and people in the rear can't keep up with you. If this goes on, we won't be able to fight even if we make it there on time."
"It doesn't matter, our objective is Italica, and the stragglers can catch up later. Time is of the essence now!"
"But-"
"Even if only a few people arrive in the end, there are ways to fight with small groups. The most important thing is to get there is soon as possible, even if it's by just a little."
Bozes had said this much, and Panache could not convince her otherwise. All she could do was follow behind Bozes and convince her to slow down as much as possible.
After Bozes forced herself to loosen the reins and lower her speed, the unit behind her finally managed to catch up a little.
"Panache, will we make it in time?"
"It'll be fine. If it's the Princess, she'll think of a way."
"But-"
It was all Bozes could do to suppress the uneasiness in her heart. Her energies were focused on the road which kept unfolding before her and the tiny point of Italica on the horizon.
Therefore, the first one to notice it was Panache.
"Hm?"
Something was approaching from in front of them.
Although this was supposed to be a major road of the Empire, that meant it had been built long ago and exposed to the elements in the wilderness, and in places, it would become very narrow, certainly not big enough for two wagons to fit side by side. If the riders continued like this, they would collide with the people in front of them.
