He looked at the Dragon Rider No. 1 advancing furiously in the night, "Duke of Moritz" seemed to be a Dragon Cavalry Armor with a lot of personality.
It was so ferocious, so keen on slaughtering Wolf People, so fond of dismembering them in the most brutal ways, that less than ten minutes into the battlefield, the outer armor of the Duke of Moritz was completely covered in blood and filth.
It even covered its unique Winter Wolf Army-styled paint.
As if covering up the past it had already forgotten, as if declaring how much this killing machine enjoyed the moment of war.
"Will you return them to Baldwin?"
Triss asked softly:
"After all, in theory, the combat consciousness of these Dragon Knights belongs to the soldiers of the Winter Wolf Army. If they could choose freely, they would want to return to Nordtof."
"Of course."
Murphy replied:
