On the dusty road leading to Withered Wood Port, the dust rose in swirls, accompanied by the sound of horse hooves. In the distance, the figures of several knights appeared faintly.
General Hamoldon stopped and looked into the distance, a smile of anticipation gradually appearing on his anxious face. He had waited too long, and his current mood was like a parched land finally welcoming the rain.
Baron Ticky stood beside the general, his somewhat gaudy baron attire fluttering in the wind. His expression was noticeably nervous, and he kept tiptoeing to look into the distance.
"Prince has finally arrived," he whispered excitedly, rubbing his hands, "It's good that you're back... it's good that you're back."
He wasn't worried about the Queen of the Gutaf Kingdom swallowing down the Demon King, as those lizards were Her Majesty's right-hand support... His greatest fear was that Lord Demon King would abandon him here.
He couldn't continue this play on his own.
