"yes."

Gwen lowered her head somewhat embarrassed. She knew there was some friction between the Duke and Victor, but now was not the time to worry about that.

Just then, a miracle happened.

After drinking the potion, Erica seemed to be blessed by a goddess of healing.

The burns on his body were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It was as if new flesh had grown, and the skin was as smooth as before.

The Duke was completely stunned.

First it was the blue magic potion, and now it's the scarlet recovery potion...

What exactly is causing this terrifying effect?

Gwen stared wide-eyed in astonishment at what was happening.

She had never used that potion before, and never imagined that its effects would be so amazing.

With such terrifying recovery effects, even if you lose half your life, you can be resurrected, right?

However, Erica did not open her eyes after recovering from her injuries.

Her spirit was so depleted that it was a miracle she could wake up even once in the Duke's arms.

The moment the pain subsided, she was finally able to fall into a peaceful sleep.

Duke Reeves personally helped Erica into the carriage to rest, and after getting out, he bowed deeply to Gwen.

"Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Knight Commander Gwen."

"Please allow me to properly thank you after I return to the capital, and naturally, your fiancé as well."

Gwen was flattered by the Duke's words.

She watched as the Duke of Rivi, who had regained his composure, boarded the carriage, which slowly moved away, disappearing with the surrounding army.

Gwen took a deep breath, turned her head, and glanced at the white horse in the stable that had no owner to claim it.

It was still quietly grazing at the post station, completely unaware that Victor, who had ridden over there, had disappeared.

'Victor, where have you gone?'

The torrential rain continued for a long time, so she put on a helmet to shield herself from the wind and rain, and then mounted her horse.

Before leaving, she took one last look at the lone white horse.

'If you still have a conscience and remember me, then ride that horse back to me.'

'It won't die, at least not until it sees me again.'

She turned her horse around and led her knights away.

After a clatter of armor and the clatter of horses' hooves pounding through the mud, the town of Sancher returned to its tranquility.

......

After a torrential downpour, the sunlight pierced through the gloom, revealing a clear blue sky.

Within a few days, the residents of Sancher returned to their normal lives.

It seems everyone has forgotten those terrible days from just a few days ago.

However, things were not peaceful at the entrance of the post station.

"Hey, that white horse is really handsome. How about giving it to me?"

A fat, burly man stood in front of the post station, glaring fiercely at the station manager and asking him questions.

They had their eye on that white horse a few days ago, but several days had passed and no one had come to claim it, so they assumed that the horse was now ownerless.

However, the administrator was stubborn and refused to agree to their unreasonable demands.

“A knight paid a high price to have us take good care of this horse.”

The big man burst into laughter: "The people from the capital have been gone for four or five days. This horse has been abandoned."

"That's right! Our boss definitely didn't misjudge!"

Several of his underlings chimed in.

“If you offer her a higher price, I will agree.”

The administrator offered a suggestion, looking disdainfully at the few troublemakers.

The burly men exchanged glances and asked, "How much did I pay you?"

"This number."

The administrator held up a hand and waved it in front of them.

"Fifty? Hahahaha! I'll bet a hundred!"

The administrator shook his head, and the burly man hesitated for a moment before continuing to ask:

"five hundred?"

The administrator remained silent and continued to stare at them.

"It's five thousand."

When he uttered the number, the burly men erupted in fury.

"You son of a bitch! You're selling us a horse for five thousand geese?"

Are you trying to extort money from us?

Having said that, he rolled up his sleeves and was about to fight when the administrator put his hands in front of his eyes and shrank back.

The fist didn't hit him; instead, he heard a scream.

He moved his hand away, his eyes wide with disbelief.

A giant hand, enveloped in lava, lifted the leader up.

The burly man suddenly leaped into the air, looking completely bewildered.

He didn't even know what had happened.

The henchmen were terrified. They looked in the direction of the giant hand and saw a man wearing a trench coat at the end.

A strange one-eyed raven perched on his shoulder, cawing.

Behind him, an arm that appeared to be made of lava stretched out.

The black trench coat was decorated with red patterns that looked as if lava was constantly flowing within them.

"That's my horse, do you have a problem with that?"