Chapter 132

Chapter 132 Regressor of the Fallen Family Chapter 132 The overwhelming shift in the battlefield did not happen from the beginning. However, when the knights of Count Zahids territory, one of the territories supporting the First Princes faction, collapsed, and their military force began to crumble, one flank of the First Princes army started to disintegrate. The new weapons allowed soldiers to fend off knights, and the enemy soldiers were massacred by the crossbow cavalry from a distance. Our knights targeted the disrupted enemy lines and weaker soldiers. It was a simple tactic, yet it utterly negated the continents common sense that knights should only face other knights. This tactic, no, these weapons, would bring about a monumental change that would shake the very foundations of the continents military history. However, it was obvious that none of those present on the battlefield had such a distant future in mind. For them, the immediate result produced by the firepower of McLaines new weapons was of utmost importance. Block them! Hold the line! Prince, its time to retreat. The enemys momentum is not ordinary. But you said it would be over soon! That the throne was within reach! You wont have to wait much longer. Juan Douglas gritted his teeth, observing the enemys relentless attacks and the fluttering flame-patterned banner at one of their locations. He could not believe that a fundamental change was being caused by the army of a remote barony. He had thought of them as bats who flitted between life and death without consideration. Who would have thought they had such unbelievable fangs and claws hidden away. He would not be caught off guard a second time. Juan Douglas ground his teeth internally, while falsely reassuring himself of his groundless claims. And amidst this turmoil. We just need to capture Romain! Cant a mage do that much?! What have you been doing thats led me to this plight! The grandchild he had to make king was still incapable of grasping the situation, only screaming hoarsely. Prince. Allow me End this childs play right now! You can do it! Superhumans were not invincible weapons, yet it seemed as if this naive man had lived near thirty years with sheer folly. Of course, the fact that he had been brought up like this to be easily manipulated in the future was no longer in his mind. Your Highness. The uncontainable fury caused by McLaine swirled with his mutter. Then, the fear Juan had been ingraining deep within Prince Luther since youth began to corrupt the princes mind. Ah, no. I mean just Proceed. I-I got it. The prince, pale as a ghost, quickly moved in the direction Juan gestured towards. Watching the prince leave, Juan sighed deeply before calling his assistant. Release everything weve prepared. We need time to retreat. But, Your Excellency. That is our secret Thats not the only thing Ive kept hidden. Just do it. Yes. And The source of this content no/v(el)bi((n)) Juans eyes stabbed towards the ongoing fierce battle between the half-giant and the storm sword, yet oblivious to the surrounding chaos. He clenched his teeth once more, thinking of the strong foe lurking out of sight. Lets see how different mages are from those who mindlessly swing their swords. A chilling killing intent spread around wrapped in a serene smile. * * * Theyre retreating! Push them back! Lets end this war! The retreat of the First Princes army was so evident that even the warriors swept up in the madness of the battlefield began to notice. The most lethal moment for an enemy was when they were fleeing. Most of the Second Princes forces embraced this adage and surged forward. Were pulling back. * * * Following the aftermath at Twin Castles, the First Princes faction retreated not just to the nearby Turen Castle, but all the way to the distant Harun Castle. It wasnt until then that the Second Princes faction realized the magnitude of McLaines impact on the enemys rations, though it scarcely mattered at that point. Having undergone two more pivotal shifts after Twin Castles, McLaines standing within the faction was now solidified. Come now! The war isnt over, but lets not shun a toast on such a splendid day. Raise your cups! Upon Duke Yordan Valdermaines call, the seven gathered in the small meeting room raised their cups simultaneously. Satisfied with their response, the Duke pointed at the youngest among them, a youth with red hair and eyes, and continued his address. Here! Ever since McLaines forces joined us, the tide has undoubtedly turned in our favor. The final counterbalance that shattered the stalemate on the battlefield that was McLaine for us. While we were on the back foot, any balanced battlefield was laughable. Although tempted to mock, Logan kept his composure and his soft smile as he locked eyes with the Duke. Today, we honor those efforts. Even though many contributions have been made, and we expect more, we make this immutable promise here as a testament to our expectations. Had I known this was such a solemn occasion, I would have asked my father to attend. Everyone knows the full authority of the McLaine family rests with young lord. What point would there be? Or is it that you dislike promises from me? How could that be, sir? I will humbly receive whatever you wish to say. Hahaha! Thats what I appreciate about you. Overflowing with ability, yet maintaining humility. How could I not favor such a persona? Since when have I been favored? His tongue tickled to retort, but fortunately, formalities ended there. I, Yordan Valdermaine, hereby declare. After the war, should we secure the throne, I shall not only recognize the current governance of McLaines Bifrostt territory but also grant half the eastern territory of Callian territory. Further, with my authority, I will petition His Majesty to bestow upon you the title of Count! The Dukes weighty voice echoed, and upon the conclusion of his declaration, the dignitaries erupted, uncharacteristic of high nobility. A count?! Good heavens Indeed, the Duke His rewards and punishments are always clear. Even Logan, often composed, showed a hint of surprise, indicating that the Dukes reward exceeded all expectations. However, one person could not help but turn crimson. Excellency! What about me? Ah, Roger. Dont worry. I shall grant a territory superior to Bifrostt, so let go of any deep attachment to the old land. Excellency. But! Enough! Roger, are you doubting my words? No, its not that I doubt but Thats settled then, no need for more. Come, lets enjoy the occasion. Everyone, raise your cups! Yes! Except for one, the mood blossomed joyously amongst the high command. * * * Crash! Damnation! What? Another territory?! You call that talk? Crash! Roger Bifrostts rage persisted unabated. It was only when everything in his room lay ruined, debris scattering in the wind like remnants of destruction, did he calm his wrath. Huffing deeply, he cursed, Damn it all His anger lingered because he knew there was no way out of this situation. The repeating crossbows can be replicated from analyzing the items captured in Tomodo alone. The duke does not realize the blueprint provided by those bastards was an inferior model. Fools He entertained the notion to expose this but quickly discarded the thought as it would unlikely change the course of events. Liberatio? That insane device must be at fault. They surely never conveyed the proper manufacturing method. Even if I pointed it out and attacked McLaine It would just seem petty. With no way forward, his dilemma was greater than when the enemy had joined as allies. Now, the sentiment was even more absurd and desperate. One thing was clear This civil war must not end like this. The gravity of his own words sent a shiver down his spine as he hastily scanned his surroundings for any eavesdroppers. Relieved by the absence of listeners, he sighed in relief. Yet, the more he thought about it, the more his spontaneous proposition seemed accurate. As Roger Bifrostt sunk into deep contemplation, his gaze turned increasingly bleak. And hours later, Call Aslan. And Under the cover of night, unknown events began to stir in Roger Bifrostts camp.