Chapter 55: Desert Bandits
The sergeants all crowded onto the ramparts, watching the cavalryman gallop past, their eyes filled with envy and jealousy.
"That lucky bastard!"
"I used to herd livestock for a lord too! Later, I'll go find Knight Hans and try out. I also want to become that... what's-it-called... winged cavalryman?"
"It's Winged Hussar!"
"I only just realized Ulm's horsemanship is actually so good! Look at that shiny armor; it's practically like a mirror a noblewoman would use."
On the city wall, Marlus silently watched this scene, a somewhat nostalgic expression on his face.
Once upon a time, he too had forged many suits of Winged Hussar armor, each one more exquisite than what this cavalryman wore. But that, after all, was in the past.