Warhammer Divine Throne-Chapter 473 - 202, Imperial Envoy

"Looks like a seasoned wizard." On the way to Kulona, Laine said to Francois, "Based on the current information, I can't discern what kind of wizard it is."

"With the knight tournament approaching, it's normal for wizards to come to Brittania, but I always feel something's not right," Francois frowned. "Perhaps you should mention this to Her Highness Mogiana, Laine, I'll leave this to you."

"Why is it always me?" Laine complained.

"You're the Lady's Divine Chosen Champion, and Her Highness Mogiana thinks highly of you. Who else if not you?" Francois chuckled. "The more you connect with Her Highness Mogiana, the better for your future."

"...Perhaps." Laine thought to himself that Mogiana was not averse to contacting him, partly because of the Lake Fairy's orders and partly because his Light of Spiritual Power gave casters a favorable impression.

"Laine, do you plan to stay with us when you arrive in Kulona?" Surya rode up from behind, her heroic demeanor slightly shy at the sight of her father, but recalling her father's silent encouragement and assurance, she mustered the courage to ask. Francois immediately gave his daughter an encouraging look.

"Well, I'll certainly be with you all. I heard His Grace the Duke has a private mansion in Kulona?"

"Of course, very welcome." Francois nodded. "Baptiste? Gaston? I'll leave this matter to you."

"Yes!" The two Kingdom Knights of Winford bowed in agreement.

Magnificent and grand, symbolizing the glory of Brittania, the capital of Kulona was already close at hand.

As the team approached the gates of the capital Kulona, a detachment of elite knights in silver helmets and armor appeared before Laine and the others. Each of these knights had a thick, full beard and adorned themselves with white wolf pelts, wielded warhammers, wore wolfskin cloaks, with the red Knight Corps banner displaying a white wolf clutching a warhammer and glaring fiercely backward.

"The White Wolf Knight Order?!" Laine exclaimed, "My god, an entire regiment of the White Wolf Knight Order? How do they appear here?"

If the Holy Grail Knight Order was the top fighting force in the Old World, without a doubt, the most famous was the White Wolf Knight Order. Established in the second year after the formation of the Charlemagne Empire, it was the oldest and largest Knight Order in the Old World, overseeing as many as fifteen regiments, with a total of over eighteen hundred knights. They were a group of highly disciplined and skilled savage warriors that not even the most bloodthirsty Northern barbarians who sided with Chaos could withstand.

"Haha, I heard the Empire sent an envoy for this knight tournament, but I didn't expect it to be your old acquaintance, Laine!" Francois was indifferent, merely smiling at Laine.

However, Laine's expression remained serious because he saw a second knight battalion, smaller in number compared to the White Wolf Knight Order, with just about forty people. Their helmets bore leopard head decorations, their saddlecloths and cloaks made of leopard skins, their silver armor shimmered under the sun, and their flag, with a blue background and yellow leopard pattern, bore the symbol of Emperor Charlemagne's twin-tailed comet and skull in the center.

Among the Empire's numerous knight orders, the elite Cheetah Knight Order!

"The Cheetah Knight Order... the White Wolf Knight Order, when these two knight battalions appear together, it's undoubtedly Boris, Boris Todbringer has arrived. I didn't expect him to be the Imperial Envoy," Laine murmured.

"Boris? The newly elected Prince-Elector of Wolrich Territory?" Francois asked in wonder, "Do you know him?"

"Yes, when he was still a successor of the electorship, we once ventured deep into the Drakwald Forest to fight against the Beastman Tribe together," Laine whispered, "Why would it be him?"

So Laine spurred his horse forward, the Holy Grail Knight alone, holding his warhammer, walked into the midst of the White Wolf Knights and Cheetah Knights.

Years of blood-soaked battles, numerous achievements, and the highest honor and status left Laine's face full of confidence and authority. His attire clearly marked him as a Great Noble; he carried his warhammer and alone stood in front of the entire Imperial Knight battalion, smiling, "Boris? It's great to see you here!"

The White Wolf Knights collectively laughed, with most recognizing Laine, while the Cheetah Knights glared at Laine, wondering who this Holy Grail Knight was.

"Oh, step aside, all of you step aside, a young pup arrogantly approaches me, let me see how well he's done," a Great Noble, with a full head of red sideburns and a thick red beard, wearing a full set of rune-enchanted mithril plate armor blessed by the Wolf God, appeared from the throng of White Wolf and Cheetah Knights. A black eyepatch covered one eye, while the other eye locked onto Laine, its gaze bright, sizing Laine up for a long time before finally bursting into laughter, "Oh, it's you, Laine, you little pup. I'll tell you, if it weren't for my lord's Oracle, I would've cracked your skull with my sharp sword!"