"To the fallen! To our intimate comrades-in-arms, brothers who shared life and death!" Baron Roman raised his wine glass at the banquet in Fluorescent Castle.
"To the fallen!"
"To the comrades-in-arms!"
"To the brothers!"
The lords, Phantom Beast Knights, and several Great Knights seated around joined in, toasting in response to Baron Roman's tribute.
Russell, too, lifted his wine glass and, after the toast, drained the grape wine in one gulp.
Although he had not fought with the Knight Regiment, this did not prevent him from empathizing deeply with the toast. Because in these recent months, the Knight Regiment of Glowing Valley had been ceaselessly sweeping the snowfields, achieving brilliant victories at no small cost.
A total of seven knights had fallen.
For a Knight Regiment of less than three hundred, the death of every knight was a massive loss.