Outside Damietta City, in a copper mine camp that has just been seized.
The Crusaders are cleaning the battlefield, and the guards stationed there seemed unaware that Damietta had already fallen, easily captured all at once.
After dealing with these people, the Crusaders drove the slaves living there, shackled and covered in mud and ash, to the empty ground in the middle of the camp.
There stood a Lord Knight in shiny armor, leaning on a Danish Axe.
A prominent cross emblem was painted on his chest, with a crest of a majestic eagle, wings spread wide, eager to fly, embroidered below.
"What are they going to do?"
"Surely they won't execute us all, right?"
"Seeing the cross emblem on him, they seem like they're not Saracens."
"Could it be..."
The slaves showed varied expressions, some hopeful, others full of fear.
