"Mr. Crenxia, prepare to assist Fern," he said. "Try to bypass the front line after the battle begins, cut off that Knight's retreat, and capture as many as you can. If you can capture Samuel himself, that would be best. Don't kill him; I have use for him."
He paused, "Of course, you'll have to assess the specifics yourself. Accept the order now!"
The silver-haired middle-aged man's eyes brightened, as if he had become lighter. He glanced at Yuta beside him and responded in a deep voice, "As you wish, Lord."
After speaking, Crenxia adjusted his Sword like a true Knight, bowed slightly, and turned to leave the courtyard, his confident footsteps echoing on the bluestone slabs outside.
Thus, only Yuta remained standing alone in the courtyard. She couldn't help but frown. Eventually, she remained silent. As Medisha observed that the arguing people had all left, she breathed a sigh of relief and gave a slight bow to Brand with Elf etiquette. "Lord."
