When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 1112 If they won't allow it, I'll allow it myself!
"They actually forbid it!?"

Upon hearing this news, Biletmabora immediately pulled on the reins, and his black warhorse reared up.

On the vast plains of fields and woodlands, the dirt road of the King's Road was crowded with nearly three thousand cavalrymen.

They were all elite border knights, but compared to the joyful atmosphere during the previous pursuit, the atmosphere was now completely filled with astonishment.

Billette raised her hand to wipe her sweat-soaked bangs, hardly believing the news.

His older brother Kennard died in the Battle of Hot Wind Mountain, and he never even got to see his body.

Now that we've finally managed to corner Jeanne, the man who killed my brother, how can we just slink back like this?

"My lord knight..." the messenger called out again in a low voice.

Bilette didn't turn around; her eyes were fixed on the fork in the road ahead.

That led to the direction where Jeanne's guerrilla squad disappeared, and the marks of horses' hooves still remained on the soil.

"Putzsio really said that?"

“Not a single word is wrong.” The messenger lowered his voice, somewhat timid, but still stated the truth, “He said not to pursue, for fear of an ambush.”

Billette didn't speak, but clenched her teeth so tightly that her cheeks visibly hardened.

He already knew Joan of Arc's true identity, and at this point in time, all he needed to do was seize her.

Let alone granting him the title of earl afterward, even making him a duke wouldn't be an exaggeration!
There's plenty of open land in Leia now, enough to confer dukedoms on many people.

However, after a moment, considering that Putzillo was the son of the regent and the host, he still managed to squeeze out a syllable through gritted teeth: "Fine."

The once fluttering swallowtail flags now droop; the faster they rushed forward, the slower they now walk.

The messenger breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Billett had obeyed the order, and hurried back to report.

But Bilette lagged behind the group, remaining silent.

Finally, his personal valet, Loms, rode forward and whispered, "Master, are you really going to obey that Putzillo's orders?"

"What do you mean?"

"I've inquired about him. What is he? A famous general? He doesn't look like a famous general at all. Does the empire have any famous generals who don't win battles?"

"What do you mean by that?"

Loms cleared his throat and deliberately raised his voice: "Even if Nadal is very capable, do you think she can use the same trick twice in a row?"

Billette blinked twice rapidly.

Loms' words hit the nail on the head.

This time, Jeanne only had three hundred men with her, and it was a flat plain. Even if there was an ambush, could they really stop her three thousand elite border knights?
"Besides," Loms said, seeing that Biright was interested, he quickly pressed his advantage, lowering his voice even further, but enough for the surrounding knights to hear, "Lord Putzillo has suffered so many defeats, he's probably already afraid that you'll steal his credit!"

"Just think, if you really capture Jeanne, that would be an incredible achievement. What face would Putzillo have left in front of the Regent then?"

These words were like a drop of oil falling into a boiling pot, and the surrounding knights immediately began to discuss them.

Compared to the border knights of the eastern region, they were all withdrawn from the vampire front.

If they were facing the genuine Holy Alliance, they would be more cautious, but this fake Holy Alliance also wants them to submit.
That's too much of a sluggish thing to do.

They were already dissatisfied with Putzillo's "turtle tactics," and now that Loms had said this, they felt it made even more sense.

They went south to join Leia for military merit and rewards. If they didn't even dare to fight, what glory could they talk about?

"What nonsense are you spouting!" Suddenly, an angry shout came from the crowd, and a weathered soldier spurred his horse forward.

His white beard trembled as he pointed at Loms and angrily rebuked, "Lord Putzillo is a renowned general of Leia, how could he be afraid of stealing credit? You, a mere servant, dare to speak ill of a general?"

This sergeant, named Old Bam, was a veteran who had fought in the Thousand Rivers Valley War and knew the Holy Alliance best. Loms turned pale from the scolding and instinctively took a step back, but secretly glanced up to observe Bilette's reaction.

Sure enough, Billette's face immediately darkened.

Although old Holm's words were meant to defend Putzlior, they unintentionally made him extremely uncomfortable.

You're my subordinate, and you're already going to join Putzillo before even reaching Square Enix?

In front of me?!

“Old Bam, I actually have my doubts about this too, but there’s no point in arguing about it here. What’s important is the knights’ opinion.”

"This is an order..."

Before old Bam could finish speaking, Biright spurred his horse to the middle of the marching formation: "Gentlemen, I have something to say, please listen carefully."

Looking at the old sergeant Baum who was rushing over, Bilette stood up in the stirrups: "In the current situation, we can win as long as we capture Joan of Arc."

This is not a victory for this war, but a victory for all of Leia.

We must give our all for this victory.

"Wait..." Old Bam had barely uttered a word when he was silenced by a louder voice than Wright.

"His Excellency Putzillo, residing at Skolston Castle, was unable to witness the situation up close, and thus made the judgment that there was an ambush."

Whether there was actually an ambush, I cannot be certain; I can only say that there might be.

I've heard that the Frontier Knights have a habit of making their own decisions. In that case, I'll leave this important decision to everyone here!

You decide whether to pursue them, you decide whether to risk a victory.

I am entrusting this power to you; therefore, I will not keep the glory of this victory to myself.

“This is going too far! This is disobeying military orders!” Old Bam’s words followed immediately.

"Old Bam, how dare you!" a border knight shouted, his grip on his sword hilt tightening. "How dare you, a mere sergeant, interfere in Sir Biright's affairs?"

Bilette took a deep breath, his gaze sweeping over the knights around him, and his voice suddenly rose: "Gentlemen, we cannot let the grudge of my brother Kennard go unavenged!"
Jeanne is just ahead, there are only three hundred people!

Today, we will capture her and show the Holy Alliance that the honor of Knight Leia is not something they can trample upon!

The knights, already itching for action, were further emboldened by Billette's encouragement, and they raised their lances and shouted.

Old Holm wanted to persuade him further, but his companion pulled him back: "Never mind, never mind..."

At this moment, the crowd was indignant. If he continued to speak, he would probably be treated as a "spy of the Holy Alliance".

Seeing the knights' enthusiasm, Bilette no longer hesitated, drew his longsword, and pointed it at the fork in the road: "Those who are willing to pursue, follow me! Whoever captures Jeanne will be rewarded with a hundred gold coins and promoted to Knight Commander!"

After saying that, he squeezed the horse's flanks with his legs, and the black warhorse neighed and charged forward.

Three thousand knights followed closely behind, their hooves thundering and kicking up clouds of dust as they galloped toward the direction where Jeanne had disappeared.

"It's over, it's over." Old Bam was extremely anxious as his companion pulled on the reins.

He looked around and called to the remaining few dozen relatively calm companions: "Quickly, let's inform Lord Putzillo and ask him to dissuade Lord Bilette as soon as possible."

"Go, go!"

The remaining dozens of knights departed once again.

They were completely unaware of the barely perceptible smile on Loms's lips and the anticipation of his impending revenge.

　P.S. You know what I mean, there will be more later. The outline for Chapter 2 is already written, all that's left is to refine it and add the details.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)