"That arrogant fool, a Germanic barbarian from the Jura Outer Mountain, dares to openly disregard the appointment of His Holiness the Pope, claiming he wants to serve the heretical Emperor!"
Sebastian vented his anger towards his servant.
"Does he think he is already a high and mighty king?"
The servant whispered in advice, "Cardinal, should we just head back and miss out on the most hopeful attempt to reclaim Egypt in hundreds of years?"
He pointed towards the Knight's Jousting Arena not far away, where lines of Armored Archers and Iron Cavalry were slowly advancing in formation — their opponents were a group of Crusader Armored Soldiers.
The practice duel was splendid, the knights charged calmly like a hammer, while the armored soldiers stood steadfast, forming a tight square formation like an anvil.
"Look, my Cardinal, this is the army under Marquis Losa, this is a battle-hardened force, he is no mere Vassal Prince!"
