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After two more days of camp, August had finally recovered enough to care for himself, and only then did Esdeath give the order for the army to march.

During the four days of their stay in the same location, and with Esdeath's complete lack of concealment, many of the soldiers had begun to notice that their commander had someone special in her life.

Surprisingly, Esdeath didn't try to stop the rumors from spreading; in fact, she let them develop freely.

As a result, August became a special figure within the army. Though he appeared weak, like a delicate pretty boy, there wasn't a single person who didn't show him the utmost respect.

August found this surprising. Truly, Esdeath's soldiers were a different breed.

Soldiers typically revered strength, especially those in combat divisions, and yet August, by merely being in Esdeath's presence, was treated with such deference by so many.

This revealed how deeply Esdeath had embedded herself into their hearts, practically becoming a figure of "worship."

With such an army, united in this way, they were a fearsome force on the battlefield. A single, unstoppable weapon.

Ahead of the army, Esdeath and August rode side by side, and not far behind were the Three Beast Warriors, with the rest of the marching troops following closely.

"August, are you sure you're alright?" Esdeath asked, her gaze lingering on him as he appeared weak, still clearly recovering.

She had initially planned to stay a few more days, but August had declined. His sense of shame was too great to allow it; it would be embarrassing for a grown man to linger any longer.