"Lord Wolf, the era of monarchs and nobility is coming to an end. If you lay down your weapons and surrender now, perhaps you might have a better ending..."
Surrounding Count Wolf and the remaining dozens of Personal Guard Knights, "Bloodhound" Tim sat high on his horse and spoke condescendingly.
Around him, the mercenaries, like him, wore golden armbands on their arms.
Then, a uniform row of Crossbows was aimed at the nobles and knights at the center.
The golden armbands, dyed by the golden fruits, shimmered dazzlingly in the sunlight.
The arrows imbued with [Piercing Armor] and [Sharpness] spell effects glinted coldly.
Facing the unfriendly stares of the mercenaries, Wolf's eyes burned with fury.
His gaze swept over the mercenaries and rebels, light surged around him, and traces of sword light gathered on the Longsword in his hand.
Gusts of air blew his cape behind him, his hair was disheveled, his body was straight, and with a cold sneer, wild and arrogant, he said:
