The majestic Duke's Guard slowly proceeded down the main street.
The Winged Cavalry leading the way, clutching their drawn Armed Swords, commanded the crowd to make a path.
The townspeople had little reaction to Losa's arrival.
They had seen plenty of Crusader nobles flaunting their power lately and realized these Franks weren't as murderous as the legends had claimed. It was simply another new Lord to bow to, as life goes on.
However, some Crusaders and Pilgrims, recognizing the Double-headed Eagle Banner and the Winged Cavalry's attire, eagerly gathered around the column, raising their crosses or banners, excitedly chanting Losa's nickname and titles.
"Hail to the greatest Duke Losa!"
"Victor, Brave, Dragon Slayer, mighty Holy Spear Guardian, bless me, please."
"Holy Son be with me, invincible in battle!"
Some idle Coptics, plucking up their courage, also joined the commotion.
"Is this the legendary Holy Spear Guardian?"
