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After witnessing Arthur's overwhelming prowess in battle, Raoul made a swift decision.

He stepped forward, removed his bloodstained helmet, and saluted Arthur with a fist over his chest.

"Young Master Arthur," he said firmly, "it is only right that you lead us from here. Your strength and instincts far surpass mine. I will act only as a guide while you command the knights."

The knights behind him—battle-worn, but now filled with newfound respect—nodded in silent agreement.

Arthur, sitting atop his horse with Alicia in front of him, raised a brow. "Hmm? Handing over your authority so easily, Captain Raoul? Aren't knights usually prideful about their chain of command?"

Raoul let out a short chuckle. "Pride has its place, but so does survival. I'd be a fool to let my ego get in the way when there's someone more capable of leading us through this death trap."

Arthur smirked. "Smart man."