Today was the day when Felipe Hartmann, the baron of Hartmann, would return to Hartmann City.
The people from the whole city were excited. The city was lively as people walked out of their homes and gathered towards the side of the road to catch a glimpse of their baron.
Not just the people of this city, but the people from surrounding towns and villages had already arrived earlier in the day. Children and men were excited to see the legendary Black Cavalry.
"Father, when can I see the Black Cavalry?" A small boy asked, tugging at his father's sleeve.
"It will arrive soon, Henry. I hope one day you can become a soldier in the Black Cavalry," the father replied, smiling proudly.
"I will definitely join them!" the boy said, his eyes shining with determination.
Everyone around smiled and chuckled softly when they heard the child's innocent voice. For a child, dreams were pure and simple, but as people grew older, those dreams often faded, replaced by the harsh realities of life.
Most people are here slaves or their family were slaves. They are grateful for having a stable life under the protection of the Hartmann family. Most people don't dare to dream more satisfied with a peaceful life.
As hours passed, the street was filled by people with little space left to move.
"Everyone, The baron has entered the city. Be ready to welcome him."
A militiaman shouted to the people who were murmuring amongst each other.
As everyone heard this shout, they stopped talking. They watched at the road with excitement in their eyes.
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Felipe Hartmann returned to the city on his powerful black horse. His black armor gleamed under the afternoon sun. His presence was imposing, showcasing the aura of a strong and fearless leader.
The horse beneath him moved with powerful strides. Behind him, the 500 elites of Black Cavalry followed. They were all moving in perfect unison, their armor and weapons polished to perfection.
In total, there were a total of 4,000 of these elite black cavalry under Felipe's command, but only 500 had come with him today. The rest were stationed at the military base, ready for any incoming danger that might befall the barony.
As Felipe and his cavalry entered the city gate. All the citizens, knights, and militiamen saluted, raising their hands. Their eyes were filled with deep admiration and a sense of longing as they watched the black cavalry pass by.
"It's already been 28 years," a long sigh sounded with a deep unwillingness.
"Boom, Boom, Boom."
Suddenly, the sound of a doorknocker was heard in the silent room.
"Father, it's me," Luis shouted from outside the door.
"Luis?"
"Come in" Knowing that it was Luis, Felipe's worry faded, and a natural smile formed in his face.
"Crunch!" The door made a sound as it opened.
Luis walked in and saw a middle-aged man with a book in his hand. It was Baron Felipe Hartmann.
"Greetings, father!"
Luis took a deep breath, suppressed his heartbeat, and saluted respectfully.
"Good, you have already made a breakthrough, becoming the youngest genius in family history, surpassing your grandfather."
A somewhat unexpected voice sounded, and Felipe Baron's expression was a little surprised at first, but then it turned into calmness.
"It's all thanks to my father's guidance!" Luis smiled and replied
"I haven't trained you since you were twelve," Felipe replied with a wave of his hand. "No need for false modesty."
"You've advanced faster than I expected, Luis. I thought it would take you over a year to reach the rank of an official knight. Now, it's time for you to make a decision." Felipe became serious and spoke
"I have two choices for you, and your future depends on what you choose," Felipe said gravely.
Luis hearing this also became serious.
"Please speak frankly, father!!" Luis nodded, ready for whatever was coming next.