"I'm counting on you."
The young man gave the baron a confident smile and then turned away.
"Come on, guys, it's time to see which of us is the strongest: our mercenary group 'The Lightning Blades' or the 'Saber-toothed Tigers'."
One of the men with a well-groomed mustache, resembling a butler, stepped forward with a confident air.
"There's no doubt about it, captain, we're bound to be the strongest. After all... each of us has the fighting power of a knight." he said, stroking his mustache.
The young man shook his head.
"These guys have a wyvern, let's not underestimate them."
But even as he said this, the young man still seemed very confident, as did his men.
This reassured Baron Barthon.
"I invested this money well." he thought secretly.
...
Meanwhile, on the side of Baron Irut's army.
Maxime and Baron Irut were on horseback, at the head of the army that was advancing slowly towards Baron Barthon's camp.
