The Crimson Flagbearers in the forest had their formation broken. One by one, the crimson swallow-tail banners plunged to the ground.
Silence filled Lord Palas’s surroundings. The veteran general’s fingertips on his sword hilt whitened a little more—
[To think this enemy unit kept on waiting patiently even though their allies were in a disadvantage. They must be the Mercenaries of Lopes in the report.]
He closed his eyes, and there was a strong sign of fatigue that showed on his deeply wrinkled face. Lord Weld was one of the youths he appreciated, but regretting was not permitted on a battlefield. Aouine had shed too much blood.
There was only cold determination in his unlit face when he opened his eyes.
[Since the rebels have shown this card, then victory is all but confirmed.]
“The knights from Randner, go forth and add a victory stroke that’s full of ink on your achievements.”
There was raucous cheering from the crowd of Silver-ranked knights.
But it did not bring up even a bit of joy in Lord Palas’s heart.
Aouine was already sleeping just like he was.
The old man turned around to look at the setting sun’s light. Dusk filled the sky with a deep orange hue, but it was a sign that darkness was coming. Victory did not bring forth the colors of hope, and there was only the vivid color of blood in his eyes.
Just where did he make a mistake in this battle?
============= Jana’s POV =============
“The knights are moving.”
A cold voice transmitted next to Jana’s ears, causing the mercenary to pivot her eyes to discover Medissa’s stoic expression. The young Elven girl appeared quite adorable when she had bunched up her face, and there was just that little hint of royalty or commander’s authority emitting from her.
The female mercenary commander nodded.
Even she could see that victory or defeat was at hand. But she was still unable to see where they could gain the advantage.
The earlier battle had drained a great amount of her stamina, and she was unable to maintain her dignity in front of Medissa, painting a little. Anyone could see that the defensive lines were shaking and about to be overrun. Her eyes had a little incomprehension in them when she peered at Medissa.
Was it Elven pride or some unknown factor that supported her confidence to remain unfazed under this situation?
[If it’s confidence, then where does it come from?]
“How are we going to handle the enemies?” She asked earnestly with anxious eyes.
It was the first time she threw down her pride to get an order from Medissa despite the fact that she did not desire to do so, at least not to a girl who was still a child. Did this Elven princess really know what was happening on the battlefield?
Jana was very doubtful—
But Medissa’s mind was crystal clear and she said:
“Blow the horns.”
Jana’s eyes were full of disbelief. Even if Medissa was encased in a full suit of armor, she s
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