I shake my head and decide to focus on the enemy, who is soon to come.
"Gwyn!"
"My lord!"
I look at my father and wait for my order.
"Gwyn, I will leave the healing station to you and your people. Not only that, I will leave the command of your team completely in your hands."
Before I can say something, Lord Tarrow walks forward and says.
"Wait a minute! Don't you think this is a foolish order, my lord? Heir Gwyndolin is an inexperienced young man. He cannot command that unit who can change the flow of the battlefield."
At his word, my father releases a massive amount of bloodlust. I can see the two lords get pale at the massive amount of bloodlust.