Chapter 46: The Elite Garrison

As the carriage rolled onward, Sean's gaze lingered on the receding residence—not for the building itself, but for the fleeting peace it represented. Windsor, riding alongside, noticed his expression.

"If you miss this place, Your Highness, we can always buy it back later," Windsor offered.

Sean smiled, resolve hardening. "We will return."

…

John, also riding escort, chimed in: "Many nobles live permanently in Yorn, Your Highness. Let stewards handle taxes while you enjoy the city—"

"Riverside is overrun with Gnolls," Sean interrupted. "No time for luxury."

John lowered his voice. "Gnolls are weak—mere as farmer. 200 garrison soldiers will crush them easily."

Sean raised an eyebrow. "John, why are you here too??"

John patted a saddlebag. "William ordered me to join the expedition. Protecting you and Lucio." Primarily Lucio, he added silently.

…

At 8 a.m., they arrived at Yorn's South Gate. Lucio, clad in silver armor atop a white charger, greeted them with a yawn. "I'd rather stay for breakfast, but Uncle ordered it."

Sean surveyed the 200 soldiers:

The first row: Round shields and short axes,Second row: Spears and long knives.Last row: Leather armor and longbows.

"These are elites?" Sean asked.

Lucio smirked. "Father's influence ensures the best equipment. 200 elites> 400 Gnolls easily."

Sean nodded, scanning for Matthew. "We're waiting for Lucky Matthew."

Lucio suppressed irritation. William warned not to offend him. "Alright. But hurry—Gnolls won't wait."

…

While waiting, Sean and Windsor visited the refugee camp. At the sight of Sean, hundreds knelt.

"Our lord leads the charge!"

"May the Light God protect him!"

"Riverside will thrive again!"

Sean raised a hand. "Rise. In three days, you'll return home—protected by Flame Cross Mercenaries."

The crowd erupted in cheers. Sean turned to Windsor. Their hope is my strength.