“It’s getting tougher indeed……”
The Royal Army clashes with the Imperial Army. In the midst of it all, Darren Garst lets out a ragged breath.
While his father is in command from the top of the city walls, Darren, a thousand horsemen, is standing on the battlefield, wielding a spear and issuing proclamations to his soldiers.
It was Bazel’s order to put Darren, his son, at the forefront of the battle, and at the same time, it showed the humanity of Bazel Garst, who does not give special treatment to his relatives.
“Darren, are you all right?”
“Yes, I’m fine. I’m glad to see you’re all right, too, Saara.”
His subordinate, Saara Raifet, came running to Darren’s side, out of breath.
The slender lady knight’s armour had a few scratches here and there, but she herself seemed to be unhurt.
Darren breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the body of his bride-to-be was unharmed.
(TL: NANI!?)
“The right flank commander, Arlard, has been killed! We can’t hold the line any longer!
“Well fuck,……Arlard is gone.”
Darren’s beautiful face twists as he hears of the death of his comrade in arms.
His father, Bazel Garst, had a rough, rocky face, but his son, Daren, looked nothing like his father and more like a nobleman.
He has a face so beautiful, even when it is tinged with melancholy, that even Saara, who is used to seeing him all the time, cannot help but admire it.
“If we continue to fight, we will inevitably be defeated. But my father has not yet given the order to withdraw. We’ll have to stay put for now and buy some time……… Saara?”
“Huh?, …… yes!”
“What’s wrong with you? If you’re tired, you can just go to the back …….”
“No, I’m fine! I was just thinking about something!”
Saara couldn’t say that she was admiring Darren’s face, and waved her hands in the air to cover it up.
Although Darren’s expression was questionable, His face turns red, and he is unable to pursue the matter any further, so he clutches his spear again.
“If we are destroyed, the kingdom will no longer have the strength to defend the fortress of Blaine. This is the moment of truth. Just hold on a little longer. ……”
Before Darren could finish, a high trumpet sounded over the battlefield.
The high-pitched sound, which cut through the air, came from Fort Blaine.
“…… Looks like that’s as far as we go. We’re saved”
“Are we saved ……?”
Darren gave her a vague, annoyed smile as she asked him, her eyes shimmering with uncertainty.
“Now it’s up to His Highness Prince Raidorl………… Now, let’s retreat.”
“Ha!.” (TL: means yes)
Darren flew instructions to the surrounding soldiers and began to retreat to the rear.
In the fortress of Blaine behind him, the front gate had been opened before he knew it, like water, was sucking in the kingdom’s soldiers as if they were flowing into a hole.
The sun, at its zenith, was gradually slanting westwards, and the battlefield entered a new phase.