Lord: I have a Mount & Blade panel.

No wonder Sylvie's stats look decent, but she's not quite at the level of an SSR hero. It turns out that the enemy is always by her side, preventing her from getting the stat bonuses.

"From now on, no one knows better than me how to use Sylvie!" Richard cursed his predecessor in his heart.

The convoy, which had paused slightly, continued forward amidst cheers from the crowd. Now, whether it was soldiers or maids, they all looked at their prince as if he were the sun.

At this moment, he was immersed in the excitement of his great victory, and with the admiring gazes of everyone, he felt that he was the coolest person in the world.

But just then, the sound of rolling hooves came from afar once again.

More and denser than last time!

Richard and Sylvie's expressions both changed, but this time the sound of hooves came from ahead.

The next second, countless flags rose from the horizon, and thousands of cavalrymen rolled in.

"Damn it!" Richard finally couldn't help but curse.

But when Sylvie's surprised cry rang out, it was as refreshing as Richard eating an ice cream on a hot summer day.

"It's Prince Anduin's Golden Leaf Cavalry! They're allies!"

"Prince Anduin?"

Richard tried hard to recall the noble lineage of the Kingdom of Enpei in his mind. This knowledge was so extensive that even his predecessor wouldn't dare say he understood it completely.

Fortunately, after the system was loaded, my brain was working quite well, and I quickly remembered.

Anduin Rommea's ancestors once married women from the Augustus family, for which he was granted the honorary title of hereditary prince. He is now the Grand Duke of the Land of Fertiles, or duke.

At the same time, it occupies half of the territory of the Eastern Province.

From any perspective, the other party currently has no reason to persecute me.

Richard breathed a long sigh of relief.

……

The next day, as dawn broke and the earth began to glow.

At the edge of the misty horizon, where the sky meets the earth, a thin white line gradually enlarges as the procession approaches—it is a distant city wall.

This is Baiya, a magnificent city renowned throughout Empe.

The original designers went to great lengths, even employing dozens of highly skilled mages and countless high-ranking magicians, to build this elegant city from the vast shores of Lake Celosia.

Only the power of time can leave a few traces on the white city wall that is more than ten feet high.

The city walls are decorated with all sorts of ribbons, and a banner embroidered with an elegant fire fox flies freely on the flagpole, its proud expression seemingly looking down on all living beings. This is the symbol of the Longmiya family, the White Elegance Lords.

Baiya's city gates opened with a "rumble," and a huge procession surged in.

Prince Anduin Rommya, riding a white stag, dressed in an exquisite light green noble robe and wearing white gloves, was personally greeting guests at the city gate.

Behind him were nearly a hundred men, composed of proud vassals and knights, sworn knights.

The Longmeya family received news that the Fourth Prince would be passing through the Eastern Province on his way from the Bountiful Lands to High Cliff Fortress. In order to prevent any fools from endangering the Prince's life along the way, they took precautions.

So a regiment was dispatched to provide support, but the enemy had already been dealt with beforehand.

To prevent any accidents, the soldiers sped up and escorted the prince to Baiya.

Duke Anduin dismounted from his deer and quietly awaited his arrival with his family and vassals.

Only the king had the authority to make them kneel to greet him. It could be said that the current protocol used to welcome a prince was already giving him a great deal of face.

There wasn't a single face in the group that Anduin recognized.

However, the young man with black hair and brown eyes walking at the front of the group must be Prince Richard.

Because black hair and brown eyes were the hallmarks of every Augustus, as was his handsomeness.

Unexpectedly, the other party jumped off his warhorse, let out a loud shout, and grabbed him, almost breaking all the bones in his body!

"My dear Uncle Anduin! Ah, it's so good to see you, especially your kind and gentle face."

The newcomer was Richard, who carefully examined the bewildered Duke Anduin from head to toe.

The prince was a middle-aged man, very handsome, with lion-like blond hair, but his complexion looked somewhat unnatural.

Richard immediately said in a sorrowful tone, "Uncle, your nephew almost didn't get to see you again!"

Pairs of eyes were fixed on the prince before them, his handsome face covered in mud, so disheveled, his tone so sorrowful, so pitiful that it stirred a sense of pity in them, and they couldn't help but wonder what kind of inhuman suffering he had endured.

Sylvie touched the still-fresh mud on her face and looked at her prince with a blank expression.

As a result, Prince Richard suffered severe psychological trauma and was rushed to Baiya's medical school for treatment. After treatment, he ate something and fell asleep.

Sylvie, as the guardian knight, stayed by the prince's side at all times.

"Sylvie, grab something to eat." Richard lay on the gold-threaded sofa, which he could sink into halfway, and casually picked up a snack from the table and tossed it into his mouth.

He looks so relaxed and carefree; there's no sign of any psychological trauma whatsoever.

Sunlight streamed into the bedroom through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating its luxurious layout. From the windows, one could easily overlook the Longmeiya family's castle nestled within the white walls.

There were the sounds of patrolling soldiers' footsteps and the clanging of armor in the corridor outside.

"Your Highness, I'm not hungry." Sylvie shook her head, standing ramrod straight at the door, her face as cold as ice, like a guardian deity.

Richard was helpless. This girl was loyal, but she was a bit too stubborn.

However, Richard did not press the matter further.

He asked, "Sylvie, what do you think of Prince Anduin?"

"This prince seems rather hypocritical," Sylvie said frankly, her beautiful silver eyes turning to Richard. "Your Highness, let's head to High Cliff Castle as soon as possible."

For Sylvie, the only safe place now is High Cliff Castle, the place where the Augustus family rose to power, and the castle where Augustus was most loyal.

The situation is becoming increasingly unfavorable for Augustus. Sylvie dares not think about what would happen if His Majesty Ian failed to defend Gundon and the news reached here, and Prince Anduin turned against him.

"At least for now, the Rommya family seems to be loyal."

Having just transmigrated and immediately facing enemies on all sides, Richard's experience was far from pleasant.

He looked out at the scenery through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Here you can easily see the vast shores of Lake Celosia, which resembles a vast, shimmering sea, and Bai Ya is like a small white boat adrift in it.

Richard knew, of course, that this loyalty wouldn't last long.