Common Sense of a Warrior

Then, two days later.

Father assembled all the escorts at the training ground.

"Pour!"

Galiya, the captain of the convoy, shouted at his father's appearance.

Moments, the crew correct their residence.

My father, standing before them, watched them move like that.

"The lords are the fangs of the Marquis Anderson family. The pride of the Marquis Anderson family. Therefore, the Lord's mission is not only to preserve the life of Noah. Follow Non and annihilate those who are harmful to the Anderson Marquis"

Birrilli, Birrilli, and the air shakes.

I'm never raising my voice.

Even those who lined up at the end of the line to say it was, it was as if the words were heard without difficulty as if the speaker were illusory when he was in front of them.

Gokuri, and the sound of swallowing someone's saliva sounds faint.

"The enemy, Verse. Who was once the brother of Non."

For a moment, Father leaned down.

Father's stray was felt in the motion, and the convoys who were confronting him felt upset.

"But..."

But when I looked up whining like that... I wasn't lost in the look on my father's face.

Its eyes are filled with a light of readiness accompanied by war, so intimidating that it dominates the scene.

"Don't hesitate! Don't be cowardly! I don't hesitate. Don't get lost. Crush all enemies you encounter more than this, enemies that block the path of Noun! Let's engrave fear into those who harm the Marquis Anderson! Fangs of the Marquis Anderson's house, continue after Non. Let's destroy all enemies together!

That was enough to dispel the convoy's anxiety.

Everyone is swallowed up by the presence of a father who flies, and the word of his father is lit with a fire of war.

"Let's go!

The convoy responded with a sword raised.

And Father moves on.... with his own brother, to fight.

To the last of it and the battle we have ordained.