Steel and Sorrow: Rise of the Mercenary king

Chapter 260: Taking the knee

The banners of House Veloni-isha rippled in the cool morning breeze as lord Ilbert and his son Arendon marched through theYarzat's camp.

Ilbert had kept his word, waiting until the promised date had passed without relief from the capital. He now sought only to ensure that the army of Yarzat would leave his lands intact, he had enough of this war.

The camp sprawled across the rolling hills outside the city, an organized hive of disciplined activity. Soldiers moved efficiently, their armor gleaming even under the muted sunlight. Arendon's eyes roved over the men, and his lips pressed into a thin line. Each soldier wore a matching helmet and chainmail, many supplemented by breastplates and cuirasses that shone with well-maintained polish. Their surcoats, all in the same color, white, with two black stripes going from shoulder to waist . Even from a distance, the sharpness of their weapons—halberd, swords, axes, maces and spears—was evident, their edges catching glints of light as if eager for battle.

Ilbert kept his gaze ahead, his expression carefully neutral, though he could feel the tension in his son walking beside him.@@novelbin@@

Arendon couldn't help but glance at his father, his jaw tight. It wasn't just the equipment of the men—it was the way they carried themselves. These weren't peasants pressed into service or a hastily gathered militia. Every movement, every glance, exuded experience. Veterans. Every single one of them.