The armed cavalry guards were united in body and spirit—most of them had inherited their positions from parents, even grandparents. It was only natural that their camaraderie went without saying as a military force that didn’t have to retire.

Even as the world had changed over the years, they and their forefathers had each experienced the same baptism of fire. Now, each of them fought for the men beside them, to keep them alive even in the heat of battle. When one fell, the others would do their best to take care of the family their fallen comrade had left behind, as if that family were their own.

A camaraderie forged in blood like that most certainly would surpass everything before long.

But with the transition breathing down their necks, they wouldn't just be separated from their families—they'd be torn away from their comrades—it was the next worst thing for them aside from death.

Hearing that Roy had a plan, everyone was naturally on their side, having complete faith.

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