"Salute to the left!"
"Devotion!"
Forming small squares, the orderly marching sound shook the eardrums of the representatives and nobles present.
Horn enthusiastically waved to the soldiers.
Not far from the victorious Black Champion formation, the Norn New Army sat dejectedly, covered in red powder paint without their helmets and armor.
They looked at the high-spirited Black Champions and fell into rare silence.
On the stands, both nobles and common citizen representatives were whispering to each other.
Especially those of noble origin, whose faces were alternating between pale and flushed, looking quite unsightly.
The awful Plasma Bomb yesterday had already left a deep impression on them.
At least they could dismiss it as trickery of magic and sleight of hand, but today's real battle shattered many people's illusions.
Recently, Horn had been holding talks with nobles and representatives from North County, Mangde County, and South Mangde County.
