When I looked back at Ryun Height’s castle gate visible in the distance, for a moment I stood still.
There is no chance to pass through that gate anymore.
When I learned that the demon army consisted of only a few werewolves and powerless inujins, I thought that the powerful bow cavalry of Tuban could easily win against them.
The commander of Tuban palace guards is the best pupil I had taught the doctrine of Radiant faith. After I informed him about the situation with carrier pigeons, he secretly recruited volunteer soldiers.
But to deploy the soldiers without the permission of the senate, even the viceroy doesn’t have such privilege. Just a mere palace guard commander doing such an act, would be punished as an act of insurrection.
Even so, around fifty of the bow cavalry accepted. Also from the civilians, around three hundred something people volunteered to be the soldiers.
If it was a force of about four hundred people, as long as they have silver weapons, they should be able to easily exterminate inujin and werewolves.
Afterwards all my disciples had to do was to open the gates and welcome them inside the city. Even among the citizens there would be people who will agree on this.
It was a dangerous gamble, but there was sufficient chance of winning.
But the werewolf commander did not kill me.
He calmly listened my story and occasionally even showed signs of appreciation.
Even if I say myself, it is an impossible story to believe. He is a demon, and is supposed to be enemy of humans. He should never be able to understand our feelings.
But I can surely guarantee that he had some sort of understanding of my opinion.
Of course, he didn’t say it out loud.
When the werewolf commander finished his questioning, he looked deeply in disappointment for a moment.
And it suddenly changed into a strong cynicism.
Even now, I can clearly remember the words he said at that moment.