Chapter 95

Chapter 95 Episode 95: Huh, it actually worked. During the time when the warm sunlight shone overhead, Clayton could not help but let out a chuckle at the accomplishment he and his disciples managed to achieve, bewildering even himself. From atop the ramparts, he gazed down at the sight below. The moat they had created overnight was more than 5 meters deep and wide, filled with rippling water. Anyone wearing heavy armor would struggle to climb out if they fell into it, knight or not. The work was a one-time construction effort, so not much needed to be considered. However, to think that in just six hours they managed to dig a channel from the Luthor River tributary to the moat, taking into account the height and geology of the land. It was an incredible feat, even for those with experience. Despite using mana stones generously and utilizing magic and golems, he hadnt expected the work to be completed so easily. Exactly. It can be done if you try. Of course, this left all his disciples completely exhausted, and Clayton himself was in dire need of rest, so the term easy wasnt quite appropriate. Nevertheless, it had been easier than expected. Sir Logan, it was quite a reckless suggestion this time. Some things can be forced, and some cannot It worked out, didnt it? As Logan uttered those words, a grim realization dawned upon Clayton; if employers were given the impression that anything could be pushed through, it would only lead to hardship in the future. In construction, the best outcome was to complete the work exactly within the set timeframe, neither sooner nor later. As Clayton was about to make an excuse, internal laughter seized him at his own thoughts. Employer? Construction? These thoughts naturally drifted into the realm of labor, which he swiftly caught onto. But there was no time to linger on such musings as the imminent battle loomed overhead, leaving the towers strength severely depleted. However, Sir Clayton, with our full magical forces now dispersed, havent we wasted our strength right before an expected battle? If its of no use in combat, whats the point? Except for Sir Clayton. Stung by the undeniable truth, Clayton could only swallow his words as Logan gave half-hearted consolation. You did provide tremendous help though. You should rest now, Sir Clayton. Thank you. The battle might be upon them either today or tomorrow, but tired as they were, nothing more could be done. However, I have one final request. Yes? Do you still have Collapse Scrolls left? With those and Sir Claytons magic Logans voice trailed off, laced with unexpected and serious implications. It was certainly possible, but Do we really need to take it that far? Its a necessary situation. With that, Logans face was once more visible to Clayton. In truth, it was Logan who had been overseeing the moat and canal construction works throughout the night, directing the necessary workforce and materials. Despite the difference in exhaustion, both had gone the entire night without sleep. Clayton glanced at Logan, a newfound respect welling within him, and slowly nodded. I will prepare. Thank you. And the things I said earlier were a joke. Please do rest. You never know when you might be needed. Swallowing the bitter retort, Logan turned away from Clayton and cast a heavy gaze outside the fortress. The timing couldnt be more perfect. As if on cue, an army appeared beyond the horizon, and Logan gritted his teeth. The enemys upon us! Prepare for battle! Soldiers who had been napping in anticipation of battle and knights sharpening their swords hurried out of the barracks. The army of MacLaine swiftly organized their ranks. * * * Eh? Since when did Tomodo fortress have a moat? Rushing fast as the wind and barely having time to organize camp, Roger Bifrost asked his men incredulously upon seeing the transformed appearance of Tomodo. It wasnt there before. To build something like that overnight Well, they have some skill, but what could it mean? Aslan! Yes, my lord. Aslan, the Knights Commander and the Knight of Swift, stepped forward promptly. Whats the enemies strength? From our escaping allies, we heard of less than 150 knights and less than 2,500 soldiers. And the variables? It seems that the lord is a high-ranking knight. There are about ten individuals who appear to be Earth mages. Ha theyve prepared secret weapons, huh? So, whats the anticipated outcome? Our overwhelming victory. Aslan gave his immediate response, and Roger Bifrost agreed with his assessment. Exactly. Theyre desperate. Rendor, any other variables? Its past harvest season, and most of the food was sent back to the main castle. There isnt enough food inside for nearly 3,000 soldiers. If they dont want to die of starvation, theyll have to come out. With his subordinates reply, Roger Bifrosts smile deepened. With a command, a volley of bolts flew as a deadly shower, engulfing the silver knights in black. Their eyes widened in horror, an expression visible even from a distance. Thud-thud-thud! Argh! What in the Block it! Regrettably, the foremost knights didnt suffer as much. Most sustained injuries, but raised their Force abruptly and swung their swords to deflect most attacks, narrowly avoiding fatal wounds. Nevertheless, the average knights behind were a different story. Arrgh! Choke! What is this madness! With the first volley, nearly thirty knights were hit simultaneously, toppling from their horses and tumbling on the ground. Those who screamed were the lucky ones. Others, struck fatally in the head, eyes, or heart, couldnt even cry out before their life was snuffed out. Good! With a smile as grim as the Reapers, Logan shouted again. Focus on the rear of the knight order! With his order, bolts filled the sky once more, raining down in succession. While the Bifrost knights screamed, a silver barrier suddenly rose in the front ranks. Knights, scatter to both sides! Target the other walls! Commanding from the center, the face was all too familiar to Logan. Plants. It was Plants, the Knight of Moonlight, who had lifted his sword, unleashing silver Force blades like whips, creating a defensive barrier in front of him. Though many bolts were deflected, he couldnt stop all. Its futile. Such a defense had limits, and the whip-like Force blades were a waste of Force. Go on, use all your strength. Top knight Plants. The battle was unfolding better than expected. Over 50 Bifrost knights lay on the ground. North and south walls! The knights are on the move! Follow them! Keep firing! Logans orders flowed as MacLaines forces moved as planned. The father led some troops to the north wall, and Heinckel, alongside Henderson, Nadal, and other high knights, rushed towards the south wall with additional forces. But as the firing from the west wall weakened for a moment, a figure in red armor leaped towards the walls. His small stature contrasted with his unusually long arms, and his face was monkey-like. Logan recognized him immediately, despite being a stranger. Aslan Liar. Another top knight of Bifrost. You dare! Logan dashed towards the direction from which the figure leaped. Ill carve you up! Aslan belted out his indignation. The prideful knight order had suffered an unfathomably humiliating defeat. It was Aslan who had scoffed at tales of MacLaines new weapon, finding the idea of knights being harmed by mere bolts laughable. His appearance, subjected to mockery, had driven him to reach the pinnacle of knighthood. To Aslan, the notion of any knight-endangering soldier weapon seemed ludicrous. Roger Bifrost had shared his confidence, and Plants, his deputy, had respected his decision. Yet, this was the outcome. However, Aslan was never one to accept fault. A top knight who had pushed himself to his position through his own will and belief, Aslans stubbornness prevailed, even negatively. He was right; it was the enemys fault for employing cowardly weapons. And so, he would hold them accountable, allowing his furious rage to fuel his leap. The supposedly slippery castle walls, smeared with mud, could not deter him. But Slip. Crash! F-furious those damned Blending rage and embarrassment, his face flushed hot. The wall was indeed more slippery than he anticipated; mixed with mud and oil, he barely managed to claw into the wall to stop his fall. As numerous bolts rained down before him, he cursed. Damn it all! But could mere crossbow bolts really overcome him? True to his moniker, the Knight of Swift, Aslan parried the bolts with a swift motion, using only one hand. With power in his wall-embedded arm, he sprang upward again. To kill them all Just as terrified enemy faces came into view, a golden blade plummeted from above his head. Crash!