"H-Huh?… What?" Lionel's eyes widened instantly. When he gazed in front, he saw that the 10 soldiers looked just as surprised as him.
Meanwhile, Sir Reinhardt remained completely calm. There was even a smug smile on his face.
"You heard me correctly," he said firmly. "It's 10 against 1."
Lionel almost choked when he heard that again.
"Sir Reinhardt, isn't that too much?" he asked quickly.
"No," Reinhardt answered without hesitation, and Lionel could only look at him as if he were completely betrayed.
The soldiers nearby also looked awkward. Even they felt bad for him.
One of them carefully raised his hand. "Sir… should we perhaps lower the number a little—"
"No."
"…" The poor soldier immediately lowered his hand again when he heard the seriousness in Rienhardt's tone.
Sir Reinhardt turned toward Lionel afterward.
"You faced a deadly battle during the retreat. While you managed to save others, you yourself were gravely injured." His eyes narrowed slightly.
