"A mere knight dares to boast in my presence, it seems you don't know what true strength is."
"Oh? Then tell me, what is true strength."
A dignified voice came from not far away, and Finnian instinctively looked over, only to see a knight riding through the chaotic battlefield.
Her dazzling blonde hair was coiled into a bun at the back of her head, her fair and proper face like a marble statue in front of a church, and beneath her slender dark eyebrows were eyes as sharp as swords.
He almost thought she was an elf emerging from the Rushing River... Every Ryan person in the Twilight Province had heard the legends about her, although no one had seen her in person.
But Finnian soon woke up, realizing the person opposite was a Campbell, who could never receive the blessing of the River Elf.
Seeing Princess Erin arrive from behind, Theresa held the reins with one hand and respectfully stepped back to rejoin the cavalry line.
