Book 5: Chapter 4

Book 5: Chapter 4

It all started when a letter from Delunio arrived in Marden after Weins departure.

The message was simple: Their new territory contained a piece of land that Delunio had loaned to the royal family of Marden indefinitely. However, when the kingdom fell, this agreement became null and void, meaning the plot had to be returned immediately.

Thats ridiculous, Zenovia said upon receiving this letter, rejecting it without a second thought.

They did possess loaned land, but this agreement had been made decades prior. At the time, Marden had wanted to purchase the territory, but Delunio had forced them into calling it an indefinite loan instead. There was no reason why they would give it back, especially now.

Zenovia sent them a polite version of Dont ever show your face here again, which Delunio must have expected because their response was lightning fast.

Lady Zenovia, we have reports of an army near the border we share with Delunio.

They investigated soon after hearing the news and confirmed them to be Delunio soldiers as expected. The army was there under the pretext of training, but it was obvious they were pressuring Marden with militaristic force in response to their previous reply.

Borgen, lead the troops and head to the location. Refrain from engaging in unnecessary battle.

Understood.

She wasnt overreacting by deploying her troops. If she tried to negotiate, it would have demonstrated she would yield to military force, which would make her the subject of future scorn.

Besides, I doubt they want conflict.

It was just their way of saying they wanted to talk things over again, Zenovia thought. Their relationship with Soljest was rocky, and it wouldnt be strategic to go to war against Natra.

At this moment in time, she didnt know she was in the palm of Delunios hand.

Soon after, she received reports of Delunio crossing the border, giving rise to battles to stop the enemy from advancing.

As if hounding them for an answer, Soljest made a sudden declaration of war.

This is

Zenovia finally realized shed fallen for their trap

Soljest had declared war.

In Natra, the top brass buzzed around like angered bees in a prodded hive.

Although theyd won against Marden and Cavarin, Soljest was on another level, and they knew it. With a surprise attack coming from them, they were obviously going to be agitated.

Even so, they werent going to spiral out of control or fall into despairbecause of someone right before their eyes.

Their young crown prince. Their emotional support. A future hero destined to be a part of history.

Have we gathered the home forces?

About eighty percent have arrived in the capital. We should have everyone in two days.

And where are the men of Soljest?

There have been recent reports that they have crossed the border. Based on the speed of their advance, we believe their forces are approaching the Trost grasslands soon.

Pick up the pace, and organize the troops! Dont forget the food rations!

Sir!

As for a concrete battle plan

Wein called out orders to his vassals, who were in awe of his composure and certainty.

I should have expected he would remain steadfast even in these most trying of times.

I was wrong to lose myself when I heard the declaration of war. Im ashamed of myself.

Get over it. Its only a matter of time before we find glory on the battlefield.

The war council paused for a break as the vassals chatted among themselves.

As if waiting for this opportunity, Ninym whispered in Weins ear.

Your Highness, I believe now would be a good time for you to rest.

Wein nodded, standing up. I will be in my office. Call if anything happens.

Understood.

After the officers saw them off, Wein returned to his office with Ninym. As soon as she closed the door, he sucked in a deep breath

CURSE THAT DAMN PIG!

His wails rang through the office.

Screw him! Accepting my offer? How dare he! He must have realized wed try to kill him if he rejected me, which is why he ran his mouth! A verbal agreement? That means nothing! Damn it! He got me!

Wein could never show this side of himself to his vassals. Ninym looked troubled.

Who could have guessed that Soljest and Delunio would form an alliance?

Youre telling me! Damn it! It wasnt just Gruyere. Sirgis got me, too!

Sirgis and Gruyere must have been conspiring while Wein was in Marden. Or they had already come up with this plan by that point.

Wein imagined Gruyere chuckling to himself as he celebrated his little victory. He felt like kicking something.

Gruyere invited you to the ceremony with the intention of forming an alliance. Sirgis interfered before you arrived and persuaded the king to join him instead. By the time you got there, theyd already mapped out the plan Thats your proposed timeline, right?

Yeah, I dont think its too far off, though Im not even sure if he intended to band with us in the first place.

You think he was planning to fight us from the beginning?

Just based on his behavior. Even when he first invited me, I didnt think it was to form friendly relations. I thought it was to evaluate his enemy or something.

If thats the case, the two nations must have formed a secret alliance before he invited you I suppose the details dont really matter.

Soljest and Delunio had joined forces to make an enemy of his nation. In other words, Natra had failed to resolve this with diplomacy. They had to suck it up and come up with a game plan.

Weve got no choice but to gather our forces and fight Soljest. Itll be hard to face them head-on. Thats why we need to make one more move.

And the missing piece of that puzzle Ninym started to say when someone knocked on the door. An officer.

Your Highness, please excuse the interruption. The marquess of Marden has just arrived.

Understood. Show her in.

Yes! The official disappeared through the door.

The ace up our sleeve is here.

I wonder if Zenovia will be all right.

I think I know how shes feelingbut see for yourself. Wein grinned. Weve got no time for tears. Even if her hearts broken, Ill get her moving. Just wait.

As the official guided her to the office, Zenovia felt as if she were a criminal heading to her execution.

This was because the upcoming war with Soljest had been a chain reaction of the fight between Delunio and Marden.

But I never thought it would come to this

For Zenovia, it was a horrific nightmare. Shed jumped into a carriage upon receiving Weins summons, and her face had been pale for the entire journey.

The color still hadnt returned to her face, even after she arrived at the palace. In fact, as the flurry of officials and nobility took notice of her and whispered among themselves, her complexion turned even more ghastly. She wished she could run away or turn to stone.

Even so, that would obviously be unforgivable. After all, she was the lord of the territory.

There are still things I can do! Trembling as she rebuked herself, Zenovia realized she was in front of the door.

Your Highness, I have brought Marquess Zenovia.

Come in.

Weins voice sounded grimmer than usual, but maybe she was imagining things. Zenovia stepped into the office.

Thank you for coming I can see you understand the gravity of the situation.

Im so sorry, Prince Wein! Zenovia immediately fell to her knees. My stupid response to Delunio is to blame! I offer no excuses!

Wein nodded when he heard her heartfelt apology. He probably could have scolded her, but he didnt waste any time, continuing detachedly.

Lady Zenovia, have you been filled in on the situation?

Y-yes. Soljest is leading fifteen thousand soldiers from the West

Thats right. Natra was able to gather eight thousand men. Though were facing some delays, were hoping to add another three thousand, which would leave us at eleven thousand. We just dont have enough people.

Their foe was Gruyere, the famed battle leader.

Though Natra had General Hagal, he wouldnt make up for the difference. Even if they could engage in a fair fight, they were about to face major damages. Natra would become prey for another nation as their army recovered. Frankly speaking, the situation put them in jeopardy.

I already came to my decision on the way here. I am prepared to accept any manner of punishment, Zenovia said with a grave expression.

It looked like shame, frustration, worthlessness were devouring her whole. However, she managed to keep her feelings at bay.

I wish for the opportunity to redeem myself.

Huh, Wein thought to himself.

Zenovia had thrown him for a loop.

I figured shed be a total mess.

Wein had never intended on holding her responsible. Marden would only grow more agitated if he punished her and broke down their leader. And honestly, they didnt have enough human capital to afford that.

Furthermore, he didnt think she was wrong in responding to Delunio in this way. It was unreasonable to expect her to predict Soljest would wage war.

Even if she wasnt wrong, a mistake was a mistake. It was bad enough that Marden had earned jealousy as the newest territory. Inviting war put Zenovia in a precarious position.

On top of that, he doubted she could handle the pressure. Hed never expected her to say she wished to make up for it.

And how do you plan on redeeming yourself?

By restoring harmony with Delunio, she offered. Soljest declared war because we threatened their ally. If Delunio and Natra can reconcile, Soljest will have no justification to attack!

Zenovia knew she was going to die as soon as they waged war.

Her throat would be slit. There was no way around it. Right now, she was thinking of ways that the enemy would be satisfied with just her headall to prevent her household from being stripped of its title. The situation called for it.

She had asked her vassals to refine this plan before she made her way to the palacebut their response was different from hers. They sought a solution that would ensure her survival.

She didnt ask why. As she gazed at their stern profiles, she knew she couldnt be so insensitive. She was ashamed shed accepted death as inevitable and joined in their discussion.

There was the tiniest chance of achieving reconciliation with Delunio. If successful, it would give them the greatest chance of saving Zenovia and her household.

We might be able to stop Soljest. But will Delunio actually be willing to talk?

That will be no issue. Jiva is leading the other vassals to Delunio. Weve already arranged a meeting with Sirgis.

When Marden had still been a kingdom, they facilitated discussions between Soljest and Delunio. They had used the favor owed to its advantage.

Of course, I expect it will be difficult to resolve our differences. I have a plan to carry us through it. I ask you to give me a chance! Zenovia appealed to him as if it were a prayer.

It was true she had devised her own plan. However, without his permission to execute it, she would die.

Life or death. Zenovias stomach churned.

Im surprised, Wein suddenly murmured. She raised her head. I cant believe you already carried out my orders before I gave them to you. Now we can go ahead of schedule.

He turned to Ninym. Well head to Delunio right away. Make sure were ready.

Understood. She quickly departed the room.

Zenovia watched all of this. U-um, well, that is

We dont have time to point fingers. I personally dont think the blame is on you. Convince the vassals before this is over, and your sentence will be lighter. You can do it, right, Zenovia?

Y-yes!!

Wein nodded in satisfaction and grinned.

Lets go. Were about to turn everything upside down.

Fifteen thousand soldiers methodically marched through the swaying grass of the plains. It was the army of Soljest, coming to invade Natra.

Leading the troops was King Gruyere, sitting in a chariot at the forefront.

Theyd already broken through the border. Soljest was slowly wedging into Natra like a thorn, and there hadnt been much resistance so far. Natra had to be busy gathering its forces.

Your Majesty. A soldier on horseback drew close to the chariotone of Soljests generals. We appear to be progressing without incident.

Looks that way. I figured the prince would have something up his sleeve, but I guess he ran out of time Disappointing, really. Gruyere yawned, letting out a beastly groan.

The general went on. Is it true Delunio isnt going to supply troops?

On paper, Soljest was just supporting Delunio, which was under attack from Natra. Yet Gruyeres troops were the only ones invading Weins kingdom.

This is an excellent opportunity to attack Natra on two fronts. If they arent mobilizing, we have to wonder if Delunio even intends to take out Natra

Who cares? Gruyere asked nonchalantly. All they had to do was provide a justified reason for two eyesore nations to take each other out. What more could Delunio ask for?

But as a Holy Elite, you could have waged war in Natra without a reason to do it. Were at a disadvantage in this situation

Thats fine, Gruyere asserted. Thinking is for losers, especially if youre trying to guess the enemys plans. I am your king, the one who smites every foeGruyere.

His composure caused the general to bow. Youre right, Your Majesty. Forgive my needless questioning.

I forgive you, Gruyere replied, nodding generously.

I doubt Sirgis will stop at Soljest and Natra. He has bigger plans than running us to the ground.

The king knew Sirgis was surprisingly crafty. He had to be, considering hed climbed the social ladder from commoner to prime minister.

Whatever his methods, hes plotting something after the battle with Natra.

Gruyere looked like he could hardly wait.

He lived for battle and considered it one of the many pleasures in life. This stream of foes was worth more than a mountain of gold.

The troops of Delunio are weak. Had they joined us, they would have tripped us up, the general offered.

Uh-huh. And wed have to give them a chunk of any new territory we acquire. Were better off without them.

The general smiled in agreement.

A messenger came racing toward them on horseback. I have a report! Scouts have spotted forces from Natra!

How many soldiers?

Between seven and eight thousand!

The messenger and the general began to talk between themselves.

Gruyere interrupted. Did you see the princes flag?

No confirmation on that front, but

Hmph. Has he gone to win over Sirgis?

What a waste, Gruyere thought. Reconciling with Delunio would be a brilliant move to halt his troops, but it was hard to imagine Wein would be able to convince Sirgis. The prince would come up empty, and Gruyere would lose his opportunity to battle him. A lose-lose, if you asked him.

I guess the unexpected brings the fun to the battlefield.

He seemed to be the only one who was satisfied.

Gruyere spoke to his general. Tell the entire army. As soon as we arrive at our destination, get into formation and prepare for battle.

Understood!

Watching his general carry out orders in his periphery, Gruyere dispelled thoughts of Wein from his mind and concentrated on the upcoming fight with Natra.

So, those are the troops of Soljest? Raklum murmured as he observed the battle-ready enemy forces from a distant hill.

Behind him, his own men were prepared, too. They numbered around eight thousand.

Our opponent stands at fifteen thousand. Twice as many as us. The difference is clear as day.

A man stood next to Raklum. Borgen, the military commander of Marden. I thought I could earn some glory in this dead-end post. I never thought Id get tossed onto this hellhole. I would turn tail if I had one.

Be grateful you dont. If you had turned your back on me, I would have killed you.

Yeah? It seems the prince thinks highly of you, but are you sure you have the skill to take me on?

Without question. If you were my opponent, I would do you in with my fist.

Raklum and Borgen glared at each other before snorting and breaking into a smile. For men of the battlefield, a verbal fistfight was basically a greeting.

Enough joking around. You know the plan, right, Borgen?

Of course. Do you think itll work?

Our princes orders are never wrong. All we have to do is carry them out.

Sheesh. Even more loyal than the rumors, huh. Borgen flashed him a wry smile and turned on his heel. Well, lets do one last check. Dont screw up, Raklum.

I dont want to hear it from you.

Raklum stared at the enemy army.

The battle was about to begin.

Everything is ready, Your Majesty.

Fantastic. Gruyere nodded graciously, looking out at the lineup of over ten thousand soldiers. He appeared before them in his chariot, addressing them in a booming voice.

Answer me! Who is this man that stands before you?!

The soldiers shouted back in unison. The king of beasts! The ruler of all the land!

Gruyere howled back at them. Answer me! Who are you?

Your fangs! The maw of the beast that rips apart the earth!

He lifted his halberd and used it to point toward their adversaries.

Look, my fangs! Feast your eyes on our prey! Your body trembles with the anticipation of battle! Your blood is boiling at the appearance of a formidable enemy!

He took a breath. Rejoice, my fangs! Its the battle youve been waiting for!

RAAAAAAAAAAH!

Their war cry shook the earth. They had reached peak morale. Before this had a chance to cool, the commanders assigned to each area started to bark out their orders.

All units, move out!

Gruyeres army raced forward in a rallying cry toward Natra.

Well, I wonder how theyll react.

Now in the rear, Gruyere looked at the backs of his soldiers, gazing at the enemy army up ahead.

They werent even on the same playing field. The other side realized they had no chance to win in a fair fight. They had to have some kind of strategy if they were taking on the enemy.

Gruyere concentrated on the front lines, trying to probe out their little scheme.

In that instant, unfamiliar forces flanked him, caging him in. The kings eyes widened.

Well kill Gruyere. Thats the first thing on our list.

Those were Weins orders to Raklums team before their departure.

Understood. Though Raklum had no objections, he did have questions. May I ask why?

Wein nodded, motioning to the documents in his hand. I looked into Gruyeres combat experience and noticed he has a habit of starting each battle in a certain way: brute force. Only after he gets a feel for his opponent does he start issuing orders.

Do you think that will happen this time?

Seems likely. His army is experienced and powerful, and he has the advantage. If we get caught up in his momentum, we could be in trouble.

Which is why we should aim to strike while hes weaponizing the entire army, leaving him totally defenseless

Exactly. We know the intimate details of the physical location. Ive estimated their placement based on the speed of their advance to lay out our attack. Wein continued. This is a dangerous mission Can you do it, Raklum?

He bowed. Trust me. As your sword, I shall sever the kings head from his body

All my exits are blocked off!

Two units had launched a pincher attack against Gruyere. Each team had two hundred soldiers, led by Raklum and Borgen.

It was a lightning attack composed of their most elite forces and carried out at the very last second to avoid detection. Though it was simple enough to explain, its execution was a near-impossible undertaking.

It required extensive knowledge of the terrain, trust in their fellow soldiers, and determination to wait for the enemy to pass by and secure the right position to attack.

However, they had succeeded. Raklums loyalty to Wein and Borgens desire to save Zenovia motivated them enough to see through this plan.

What?! Whats going on?!

I-its the enemy! Its an attack! Protect His Majesty!

The two units launched a barrage of attacks against Gruyeres forces as they tightened their formation around him. Raklum sliced his way through the confused soldiers, closing in on the king. In the opposite direction, Borgen could be seen nocking an arrow and aiming it at his head.

For His Highness

For the princess

The two generals saw their chance.

Ill have your head!

Borgens arrow shot out, booming like a clap of thunder, and Raklums sword whizzed through the air.

Anyone can learn technique and theory.

There was a shrill metallic wail. Raklums and Borgens eyes widened in shock.

If its conditional on peak physique and focus, its second rate. You need something thats achievable by anyonewomen, children, elderly, even masses of fat Now thats considered an excellent skill.

An unbelievably shrewd move. Gruyere handled his halberd as if it were a piece of wood, cutting down the arrow flying at him and halting Raklums blow.

Did you think this body kept me from moving around? Dont underestimate me, General. Just because Ive got a portly figure doesnt mean I cant use the dueling strategies of the royal family.

NGHAAAAAAH?!

Gruyere gave his halberd a full swing, sending Raklum away. The two put some distance between each other. The king seemed to be weary of Borgen. He gestured to his own neck.

Love an adrenaline rush. You have my praise. But as you can see, my head is still attached.

Its too early to let down your guard, King Gruyere. This isnt over yet. Raklum readied his sword.

The king gave a hearty hoot. Excellent! Now thats what Im taking about! Go ahead and rip off my armor of ego!

Raising up a war cry, Raklum and Gruyere crashed into each other.

Weins team made their carriage go as fast as it could and reached the capital of Delunio. Jiva had arrived ahead of time as an ambassador, greeting them in front of their prepared lodgings.

Ive been expecting you, Prince Wein, Lady Zenovia. He bowed deeply.

Hows the situation looking? Wein asked.

As I mentioned before, I have managed to set up a meeting with the prime minister, though I get the impression hes hostile.

Not surprising.

It would have been extraordinary if hed thought highly of Marden after their initial meeting.

Jiva spoke in hushed tones. Upon further investigation, it appears the leaders of Delunio are dissatisfied with the policies of the prime minister. He might be acting in his own interest.

What? Are you implying he negotiated with Soljest on his own? Zenovia asked.

Jiva nodded. As you are aware, Soljest and Delunio have been fighting for many years, which is rooted in their sovereigns and subjects. Although the prime minister has gained sufficient power, the sudden alliance has shaken their citizens, and the vassals are resentful that their opinions have been slighted.

Hmmwhich means he did it, though he could guess how they would react. Wein thought for a moment. Well, whatever. Like our army serving out there on the battlefield, we have a job to do. Jiva, how is the plan coming along?

The meeting is scheduled for tomorrow afternoon at the palace.

Tomorrow, huh Wein considered this for a moment. Perfect timing

Your Highness?

Nothing. Ninym, get as much info as you can on the discord between the prime minister and the people. Lady Zenovia and Jiva will decide how we want the meeting to go with me.

On Weins orders, they set out to prepare for the following day.

Meanwhile, on the other side of things

Sirgis, why arent we supplying any troops?

They were in the audience hall of the palace in Delunio. Sitting upon the throne was the king. Sirgis was bowing before him.

This is the perfect opportunity for us, the king insisted. Soljest is invading Natra. Shouldnt we be leading our armies in aid?

He was in his mid-thirties. There was something about his expression that housed anxiety, irritation, and pain.

With all due respect, Your Majesty, this isnt the time, Sirgis replied courteously. Youre right that we could do a number on Natra if we mobilized our troops now. But this would mean less blood will be spilled from the troops of Soljest. For this matter, it is crucial that both nations wear themselves out. We ought to remain in place and watch over the battle.

A-ahI-is that so? The kings face made it clear he wasnt entirely convinced. He looked at Sirgis.

The prime minister hated him for walking on eggshells around his subordinates. Even so, he had no plan to criticize the king. After all, Sirgis was the one who had taught him to behave that way.

From the moment the king was born, Sirgis hadnt allowed him to think for himself, forcing him to indulge in pleasure and escape his duties. As a result, hed regressed into the type of person who couldnt handle even daily necessities by himself, much less politics.

Th-then well mobilize after the two armies are done fighting, right?

Depends on the outcome of the battle. If theyre suitably worn down, its possible.

I see Thats fine. If they are up against Natra, it wont be easy for Soljest. If our army uses that moment to rush in, well be able to take them both downand become the alphas of the North!

Well then, I have to review reports from our messengers.

Very good. You may leave.

Sirgis bowed as he excused himself from the kings presence, followed by his minions.

When they were a distance away from the reception hall, Sirgis murmured, Two broken nations, huh. I wish.

Do you think one of them will win? Are we betting on Soljest?

Most likely. Im familiar with their kingdom and Gruyere, Sirgis answered, nodding at his subordinates question. After all, Natra is a third-rate nation that has flowed with the tide. Up against the Beast King, theres little chance of their success. I mean, it would be nice if they did a number on Soljest, but Im keeping my expectations low.

He shook his head. I hate that the king and military officials are keeping our forces on standby in case of some golden opportunity. All its done is add to our expenses, he spat before switching topics.

Once messengers arrive with news of Soljests overwhelming victory, no one will be able to suggest we interfere. What do you have to report?

There are a number of items.

The subordinates flipped through their papers.

As expected, there has been no stopping the flow of products made in Natra. The clothing seems popular among youth, said one.

Its even starting to affect the sales of our domestic products, added another. There have been several incidents of confrontation between the progressive youth and conservatives.This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com

That pest Sirgis clicked his tongue, scorning Natra. If Soljest takes them down, they wont be able to do commerce so easily. Thats when well make our move.

In addition, there has been a wave of protest letters from the nobility over the revised tax system a few days ago. There have been reports of deteriorating health as of late.

Hmph, sounds like signs of an epidemic. Keep an eye on the town, and immediately file a report if the situation appears to be getting worse. As for the letters Leave only the necessary ones in my office. Burn the rest.

Consider it done. Next The male subordinate was at a loss for a moment. I would like to remind you of your meeting with the messengers from Natra tomorrow. Weve received word that the prince of Natra and marquess of Marden have arrived at the capital.

Theyre just buying time.

Indeed. There havent been major casualties on our side either. Even if they lock themselves away, they have a long way to go before they can hope to match our men. We cant be careless, but there is nothing to fear.

Turning tail at the eleventh hour? And they call themselves soldiers? Theyre choosing a path that welcomes criticism from society. What a disgrace.

They werent bluffing. Soljest still had the upper hand, even if Natra had duped them. The generals knew this, so morale remained highall except for Gruyere.

His expression was stern. Something feels off

The enemy was buying time. It certainly seemed that way. However, he couldnt help but feel like he was missing something. He could feel an indescribable sensation settling in his gut.

But this is part of the fun.

Gruyere smiled. The real thrill was not in a one-sided hunt, but the rush of risking your life on the battlefield. His heart began to pound. He could feel something burning inside him.

Tell all the forces: Were chasing our escaped prey.

Yes!

The officers responded in unison.

General Hagal!

Hagal had ordered the fortress to be built. He turned around.

Raklum and Borgen stood behind him on horseback.

It seems youre doing well. Im glad we could meet up again.

I apologize for the trouble. I return full command of the army to you, General, Raklum replied.

Yes So tell me. How was King Gruyere on the battlefield?

Beyond our expectations. He was even able to repel my arrows. Borgen shrugged.

The surprise attack plan was a success, though Im ashamed to report I couldnt slay him. Raklum had some pent-up frustration.

Hagal nodded. Thats just the way it is. Its near impossible to take down big game in one shot. I wont tell you to get over it, but our next battle is just up ahead. Getting caught up in the past will dull your sword.

Right

Besides, everything is still progressing according to plan. The enemy has assumed were retreating to buy time, Hagal stated.

Borgen looked at the troops of Soljest heading toward them. Do you think those guys have realized the princes true aim?

Absolutely not, Hagal replied, remembering how Wein had given his orders. Theres no way. His ideas are too far removed from any soldier hoping for victory.

Hagals voice seemed to house both fear and admiration.

Who else would factor in the retreat of their own army to the diplomacy schedule?

The armies have clashed, and Natra has turned tail!

As they listened to the officials report, the victorTolcheilagulped. Her ally, Sirgis, moaned.

Wow! Your troops never let me down! Very strong!

The loserWeinseemed to be more confident than anyone else and smiled.

At this rate, Soljest will soon descend upon the capital. Oh no, Princess Tolcheila, he said. It seems weve run out of time to talk.

W-wait! Please give me the details of your troops retreat!

Im terribly sorry. We dont know much yet But your troops are in pursuit.

Ngh! Tolcheila gritted her teeth.

It was hard to get precise details from the front lines. It took time for news to trickle in, and those on the field wanted to report as much good news as possible.

We havent withdrawn. Weve just fallen back after a little scuffle. But I knew they would convey it that way in the initial report.

Everything was going according to his calculations, which he had settled prior to heading for Delunio.

Wein took everything into account: the rate of advance of their respective armies; the date, time, and location of their projected battlefield; its distance to the capital of Delunio; the speed of the horses; their diplomatic itinerary. There was nothing he missed. He even planned for the initial report to arrive that day.

I didnt think the timing would be so perfect!

After all, Sirgis had been driven into a corner. If Wein was going to question him, this was the time to do it.

Sir Sirgis, I understand your feelings, Wein said sadly. At this rate, Delunio will be ravaged by rebellion and broken apart by my eight hundred thousand subjects. The remaining people of Delunio will lose their country, culture, and pride, leaving them no choice but to be nomads. Its a cruel state of events. My heart goes out to you.

Shut up, devil! Sirgis screeched in his bloodcurdling manner. You think Ill stand for this?! Do you think nothing of your own subjects?

Of course, I trust and value them. I think theyll walk down their own paths, regardless of their geographic location.

Out of context, he sounded like a benevolent ruler who adored his people. However, he was implying he was destroying his own country because he trusted his citizens. He was playing in a whole different dimension.

Thats impossible! Sirgiss heart panged.

He prided himself on his love for his country, culture, and people. He believed anyone involved in politics shared this sentiment. This was why he couldnt imagine coming up with this plan and executing it.

Theres no way! Tolcheila tried to pray away her agitation.

She had been trained in military affairs. She knew it wasnt realistic to pass an edict on eight hundred thousand people and guide them all to safety in a single nation.

It might have been possible if they were trained soldiers. However, they were eight hundred thousand average citizens. Leading them would be a complete nightmare.

It was out of the question. It had to be. No doubt.

Ill do it.

The two caught their breath. The boy sitting before them emanated dreadful power.

Their hearts wavered. Their confidence diminished. They had no choice but to feel he could pull it off.

Say it! Say it wont happen! I will be a Holy Elite! I will guide this nation and its people!

Sirgis opened and closed his mouth, willing himself to speak, but the only thing that came out was an awkward groan.

Wein whispered to him, By the way, I have an antidote.

The prime minister gasped.

Dont let him to take advantage of you, Sir Sirgis! The poisonous dye is a fabrication! You must not allow him to trick you with a fake antidote! Tolcheila insisted.

Sirgis was too exhausted to hear her words.

An antidote. It would save the people. It was a ray of light that shined at the end of the tunnel. How could he resist? It didnt matter if the beacon of light came from the enemys lamp in a tunnel of his own design.

What can I do to get it?

Sir Sirgis! Tolcheila screeched.

Wein remained unfazed. Though it might seem my men have withdrawn, theyve already regrouped. I imagine theyre engaging in combat right now.

The prince knew his army was holed up in the fortress, but this made it seem like Sirgis had a grace period.

I want your army to launch an attack from behind. If Natra and Delunio get them in a pincher attack, Soljest wont stand a chance.

Tolcheila spoke up. Wait! That would go against our alliance! No other nations would trust ever Delunio!

Th-thats Sirgis seemed uncertain.

It was not an easy decision to go against an international promiseagainst Gruyere, at that. To Sirgis, the king was a symbol of fear. He didnt want to turn his back on him.

But think of your nation, Wein said, cutting into his thoughts. You only have two options: Watch Soljest destroy Natra and see Delunio collapse under the weight of my subjects, or take down Gruyere together and form an alliance with Natra.

It was time to ask the final question.

So, what will you do?

Silence filled the room. Tolcheila clenched her teeth. Zenovia quivered with anxiety. Sirgis scowled.

A few moments passed before the prime minister spoke.

Several days had passed since the two armies started to move into the next stage of their battle.

To put it simply, the men of Natra were on the verge of collapse.

General Hagal! The enemy has broken through the second line of defense!

Send out Finns unit. Move Izalis and Lauros units to fill in the gaps.

Elnans unit in the left flank is requesting reinforcements! The enemy attacks arent showing any signs of slowing down!

And our traps?

Weve already used them up!

Roland, lead a hundred-man relief unit. Ill have other instructions for you after that.

Understood!

Hagal groaned as he gave out orders from the innermost part of the fortress.

Even though were up against some major disadvantages, I didnt think wed be cornered inespecially since we have this simple but sturdy structure.

He had expected their army to be skilled, but not by this much. The battle seemed to highlight their abilities. Their perfect synchrony seemed capable of even piercing through the ocean.

Theyve already broken past our first line of defense. We cant realistically hope to recover it.

Looking down below, he could see the enemy soldiers trying to rush up the mountain fortress, as his soldiers desperately attempted to hold them back.

It was only a matter of time before they fell. The truth was, Hagal knew it, too. They needed to come up with something soon.

I knew this would happen before the fight even began. General Hagal wasnt upset.

My duty is to buy time and watch over Gruyereas our units put up a good fight.

His eyes turned toward the flanks of the enemy army lined up at the foot of the mountain.

There, he saw two cavalry units donning armor from Natra.

Damn it! I never should have agreed to this! Borgen spat.

He had left behind the fortress and Hagal, sprinting around the plains as he led his cavalry. Their purpose was to interfere with Soljest.

Look at their numbers. They can penetrate through our formation. Well be overrun if we relegate ourselves to defense. Raklum, Borgen, lead a raid unit against the enemy to get their vitals, Hagal had ordered at the end of the first day.

Raklum and Borgen had nodded in silence. It was painfully obvious this was the truth. Soljest was just that strong.

Captain! Theres a hole in the enemy formation!

I know! All hands, follow me!

The enemy defense wasnt as tight as their offensive strategies, which required intense focus.

With their cavalry units, Raklum and Borgen were to repeatedly look for gaps in the enemy formation. They rushed in at every opportunity, creating a disturbance before retreating. This took Soljests attention away from offensive action.

Though easy to explain, the execution was nigh impossible.

General Hagal has lost his damn mind!

To be swift, each unit had five hundred men. This wasnt enough to crush their army of fifteen thousand, of course. On the contrary. If the enemy redirected their focus on them, Raklum and Borgen would be totally annihilated.

However, Soljest wouldnt do that. They wanted to topple the fortress and keep their energy focused on the army within its confines. They did the bare minimum to keep the two units at bay. They didnt go out of their way to pursue them, focusing on the castle as soon as the cavalry escaped beyond reach.

The two units continued to buzz around the army, like pests to distract them. However, if they crossed a line, Soljest would take them down pronto.

In other words, it was the cavalrys duty to risk their livesirritating Soljest enough to keep them distracted, while not invoking the wrath of fifteen thousand men.

They calculated where to land their blows and when to retreat, jabbing their enemy with swords and arrows. This was in addition to reading into the enemy mindset and taking stock of their own men and horses. It felt like their brains were going to explode from going into overdrive. And if they failed, instant death. That was a fun bonus, right?

If they could, they would abandon their posts in a heartbeat.

Well lose if we quit now. But were just heading toward a slow defeat. Its almost funny.

Borgen scanned the battlefield.

Were supposed to buy time, but we might not be able to accomplish that. We need a way to turn the tide or

He sensed activity from the enemy army.

Brute force, huh.

Raklum clicked his tongue as he observed these new developments.

Soljest was trying to take the fortress by storm. They had kicked it up a few notches. Having switched all resources away from defense, they swooped down on Natra, massacring their soldiers. Natra resisted, concentrating their troops to take down the enemy, but it didnt change the situation. Instead of taking their time and keeping damage to a minimum, they had nosedived into a mountain of corpses and secured their imminent defeat.

At this rate, theyll reach the stronghold! What do we do?!

With his eyes, Raklum scoured the battlefield in search of his best option.

And he found something he could work with.

Ngh. Hagal groaned from the top of the fortress as he got a look at the full picture.

He stared down at the battle unfolding below for a few more beats before speaking to the adjutant next to him.

I have to go. Ill leave you in command for now.

Understood! The adjutant nodded without hesitation. But where, General?

Where these old bones are needed, of course.

The target was Gruyere.

Although Raklums and Borgens units were moving independent of each other, they miraculously aimed for the same place.

At this point, they couldnt care less if they pissed off the enemy. Going after the big catch was necessary if they wanted to stop Soljest. Gruyere was in the central rear. Now that his army had switched to raw force, the troops around him were sparse.

The situation was a rehash of their other surprise attackexcept his time, they would succeed. They were unrelenting, converging their units and closing in on Gruyere at the back of the formation.

That was when the enemy soldiers at the rear pivoted, flipping back to look them in the eye.

What?!

This is!

Raklum and Borgen couldnt believe their eyes.

The enemy units from both sides of the king had swiveled behind them, rushing toward the men of Natra as if to hold them in a suffocating embrace.

We were lured in!

I was baited!

It was not an improvised stunt. It was a premeditated trap. The two generals came to that same conclusion, synchronously calculating their next steps: Withdraw before the enemy completely surrounded them, or push their way forward to Gruyere?

However, neither had to make that choice. Before they had a chance, Gruyere was leading his cavalry toward them.

You thought you would fool me twice? Big mistake!

Gruyeres chariot closed in on Borgen, who instantly readied his spear. As soon as they crossed paths, the generals weapon crashed into the kings halberd, and he was thrown from his horse.

BORGEN! Raklum screamed, but Gruyere didnt give the fallen man another thought. He continued to drive his chariot at full force, this time toward him.

Worry about yourself, General!

Gruyere swung his halberd, which whistled through the air. It was the embodiment of violence, an attack that couldnt be avoided or deflected.

What could he do? Herculean strength could only be matched with raw power.

RAAAAAAAGH!

Raklum roared, engaging every muscle in his body. His strength was channeled into his gripped sword as he met the halberd head-on. Metal shrieked against metal. He could feel it ringing in his heart. Any witnesses would have noticed cracks running through the crossed sword and halberd.

Well, well, well! Not bad! Gruyere broke into a savage grin as he ran past Raklum and pivoted his chariot around.

The general was getting ready to go again, waiting to counter. His face had twisted into a grimace.

Gah!

He looked down at his one arm. Pins and needles shot through it.

Can I counter with this arm?

He shot down his own question. He had to, if he didnt want to die. This was no time to whine. He prepared himself, glaring at the king barreling toward him.

Taking advantage of the kings redirected focus, Hagals unit appeared beside Gruyere.

Naargh!

Gryueres split-second reaction was impressive. A side sweep of his halberd could smash a boulder, severing the head of Hagals horse as it tried to close in on him.

Tch!

Gruyere clicked his tongue once, giving up on Raklum and leading his forces away. The general couldnt even process it, but when he saw Hagal on his knees next to the fallen horse, he rushed over.

General Hagal!

He only got my horse. Its of no importance. He swung his sword to whip off the blood. Take Borgen and get out of here. Weve kept a gap open in their formation for a siege.

U-understood!

With Raklum in the corner of his eye, Hagal looked southwest.

Its almost timewhich means our next move is

I meant to take him down with the horse, butthat was impressive.

Gruyere looked down at his arm as he maneuvered the chariot. He was bleeding.

Hagal had leaped from his horse, slicing Gruyeres arm as he flew over the kings head. He couldnt help but admire his acrobatics.

Your Majesty! Are you injured?!

I will see to it right away!

Quit fussing. Its just a scratch.

His mind was churning even as he rebuked his subordinates. Should he go after that general again, or should he attack the fortress while their leader was away?

He looked around him as if in search of a cluewhen he noticed something.

That cant be

From the southwest corner of the battlefield, he saw armed troops raising their flag high.

It was the flag of Delunio.

Looks like we made it on time.

The army of Delunio had close to ten thousand soldiers. Accompanying them was Wein, who murmured to himself as he looked over the battle.

I think our main forces are safe, Ninym responded next to him. Did we need to rush with these troops, Wein?

Wed be back on square one if we found our men decimated. With Hagal holding fort, I wasnt too worried.

Wein went on. Now that its come to this, Soljest has no more moves. Weve won.

The generals of Delunio gave the order to attack their enemy.

Wh-whats that?!

Delunio?! Why are they here? This cant be happening!

There looks to be about eight thousand soldiers Maybe more!

This is an order for all units! There is a new enemy to the southwest! Rear guard! Defense formation! Stat!

Reporting in! Natra is sallying from the fortress! The front lines are requesting reinforcements!

Grr! They have to be working together!

The subordinates were starting to realize what was going on, barking out orders.

Gruyere seemed euphoric, murmuring to himself. Marvelously done, Prince.

Why was Delunio here? It was obvious. Wein had persuaded Sirgis to deploy his men.

Gruyere wasnt sure how hed pulled it off. And who could blame the king? If Gruyere had thought he could convince Sirgis, he would have done it firstbut the king had thought nothing would sway him.

However, Wein found a way.

He had managed to coerce the petite man. It would have been great to see the prime minister bow before a teenage boy. It was too bad Gruyere couldnt have seen it for himself.

His subordinates were calling out to him.

Your Majesty! Its unsafe here!

Theyll corner us! We must evacuate immediately!

No enemies occupy the North! We can escape if we leave now!

They all looked strung out. After all, they had been pincered by ten thousand soldiers.

Allexcept for Gruyere.

Withdraw? What are you talking about? Do you think weve lost?

Ah, no, thatswell

Dont be stupid. This is just the beginning, Gruyere assured, raising his voice. Soldiers of Soljest! Fangs of your great king! Heed my voice!

Over the metallic clash of swords and anguished cries, his beastly howl rang through the battlefield.

Our army will go through hell if it means finding a way for survival! Do not lose yourself! Do not doubt yourself! Do not hesitate! If you succeed, glory will be ours!

He sucked in a single breath.

All units, follow me!

Its over. Soljest will surrender any minute now.

In his stronghold in a back corner, Wein watched Delunio and Soljest make contact.

Nice! Nice! the prince commented, leaning back in his chair. Itll be over soon. Well, I guess I still have to negotiate with them after the war. Its too soon to kick back. I guess I should contact Princess Tolcheila.

Ninym didnt take her eyes off the battlefield. Hey, Wein.

Hmm? Did they surrender?

No. Something about her voice seemed fearful. Soljest is coming this way.

What?! Wein snapped his head up and groaned. This isbad.

What do I do?

He knew what Gruyere was after, but Wein didnt have any cards lefts to play. Delunio wasnt under his command. They wouldnt heed his orders. Besides, there wasnt any time.

Should I run away for now? But if I cant beat Gruyere here

Weins mind raced.

There you are, Your Highness! boomed one of his messengers, bowing before the shocked prince.

I have an urgent message for His Highness from General Hagal!

Praise my name! Extol the name of your king! Let the enemy know were here! Gruyere yelled as he advanced forward, pushing his way through Delunio.

His men responded in turn, crying out their kings name, spurring Gruyere to prompt them again.

Delunio saw Gruyere as a bitter enemy, though he was a person to be feared. They would take him down if they could, but they also wanted to avoid coming face-to-face with him if they could help it.

Since Delunio had only just entered the battlefield, their hearts werent ready. When it was announced theyd be up against Gruyere, their bodies had become paralyzed and their movements slowed. The king perceived this, forcing his way through in an ostentatious manner.

Natra and Delunio have never trained together. This is new to them. I doubt theyre coordinated.

At most, they would only be able to work together well enough to attack the equipped soldiers of Soljest. If it broke out into a melee, he was dubious they would last very long.

That meant he had plenty of opportunities.

If we pierce through Delunio, their formation will block Natra from attacking us from the rear. If the two armies come into contact, itll create chaos and slow their movements.

While the two armies were caught up with each other, Gruyere would consolidate his soldiers and pivot behind himto crush the enemy commanders before they had a chance to pull themselves together.

For this to succeed, it necessitated a king to guide his soldiers, composed soldiers to follow orders in a high-risk situation, and skill. The Soljest army had it all.

I never expected Delunio to make a move! Ill give them that! But youre jumping to conclusions if you think youve won, Prince!

Far from disheartened, Gruyere led his forces with more excitement than ever

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a hill to the left of his path. A large flag billowed there, marking someone standing right next to it.

The flag of Natra. Wein.

Its a trap, Gruyeres gut told him. He understood this, but he couldnt peel his eyes away.

He was consumed by greed. He could feel himself switching gearsfrom attacking the front lines to capturing Wein. It almost took the wind out of him.

Taking the bait, Gruyere?

The king felt like he could hear the prince, though it was physically impossible.

In that moment, an arrow pierced his right shoulder.

Gwagh ?!

Gruyere looked aroundaway from the hill on the left.

Torso wrapped in bloody cloth, General Borgen was standing a distance away with his bow poised at the king.

Ill never be able to face the princess if I cannot take your head home with me!

Gruyere simultaneously caught sight of Raklum racing toward him on horseback.

Dont think youll get away, Gruyere!

Sword against halberd. Gruyere tried to repel him, but his wounded arm throbbed, and there was excruciating pain radiating from his shoulder.

RAAAAH! Raklum swung his sword, knocking Gruyere off his chariot.

Gah?!

Drawing his attention in one direction to ambush him from the other. It was an incredibly simple tactic by itself. However, for it to work, they needed to correctly assume that he would try to break through enemy lines and get the jump on him. Using their own prince as a decoy was a bold move. Gruyere finally accepted he was dealing with a mastermind.

I need to make my escape

This trap wouldnt spell the end. He regained his footing, switching his halberd over to his left hand, and observedan old general standing before him.

I made it on time. Hagals sword glared. Permission to be disrespectful?

Gruyere paused for a moment before smirking. Permission granted. Theres no room for manners on the battlefield!

His halberd ripped through the air.

Hagals sword was far faster, lacerating his body.

It took only an instant for news of Gruyeres capture to spread through the battlefield.

The soldiers of Soljest started to cease their resistance and surrender, marking the end of their three-way war.