The whole world has become aware of the sins of Kavala.
No one could accuse me or Callius of being 'traitors'.
The Emperor claimed that he, too, had been deceived by the Kavala, but the leader's incompetence had caused so many victims that he, too, was guilty.
“Chloe! If I go in here, I’ll die! You know how I’m going to live in a place like this! Aaah! Chloe! Save me, Chloe! I’m your only brother! Chloe! If you do this to me, you’ll be punished!”
Andrea, who had been in a state of confusion, finally came to his senses as s
No one could accuse me or Callius of being 'traitors'.
The Emperor claimed that he, too, had been deceived by the Kavala, but the leader's incompetence had caused so many victims that he, too, was guilty.
“Chloe! If I go in here, I’ll die! You know how I’m going to live in a place like this! Aaah! Chloe! Save me, Chloe! I’m your only brother! Chloe! If you do this to me, you’ll be punished!”
Andrea, who had been in a state of confusion, finally came to his senses as s
He stood before the dark and damp dungeon and tearfully appealed to me.
But that outburst completely wiped out any feelings of recognition or friendship that might have remained within me.
“You really don’t know your own faults until the very end, Andrea.”
"What did I do wrong? Oh, no! It's all my fault! Yes, it was all my fault! I'm sorry, Chloe! But even so, it doesn't deserve this much! Chloe, please... Think carefully about what you're doing..."
“Andrea.”
I sighed briefly and approached Andrea, who was kneeling before the knights.
“Do you know this feeling?”
“Wh, what do you feel...?”
“This feeling of shiver-like pain every time you open your mouth.”
“Chloe, how could you do this to your older brother...! You’re really going to regret it. I told you, you will regret it!”
“I’m sick of it.”
I shuddered and ordered the knights to cover Andrea's mouth.
“Make sure to keep that mouth shut so he can never utter another word.”
“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!”
Dnieper followed silently behind Andrea as he was dragged away with his mouth gagged.
I shook my head as I looked at the bound and dazed Dnieper.
He seemed unable to acknowledge that he had been abandoned by Kavala.
After locking all the criminals in the dungeon, I headed to Callius, who was meeting with the knights.
Callius was discussing a map with his knights in the palace conference room when he saw me and greeted me with a smile.
“Can we catch Kavala?”
“Because I know where she’s going.”
Callius pointed to a spot on the map with his hand.
It was Ronheim.
"With all of Ronheim's knights and armies in the capital, Kavala will be desperately heading to Ronheim. She'll try to get there before us and seize the Holy Grail."
“I hope there won’t be a fight there.”
A sigh escaped me.
But perhaps this was better than letting Kavala slip away and worrying about when and how she would reappear, where she would come from, and what evil deeds she would commit.
I looked back at Callius and the knights and gave them a word.
“No one should be sacrificed in vain. Got it?”
"Yes!"
A booming voice filled the conference room.
Granada stood on the watchtower, looking out over the slope below Ronheim Castle.
The blizzard was getting stronger, but Granada looked around with a gaze more fierce than the wind in Ronheim.
She held a bow in her hand.
“Granada, do you see anything?”
Mainz turned his gaze to follow Granada, trying to block the wind that was hitting his face hard with his palm.
Mainz saw nothing.
He glanced at Granada's profile with a worried expression.
"Surely, the worst thing the Prince said will really happen. Everything is going well in the capital, so don't worry too much, Sister."
“Even when we weren’t complacent, we were attacked by the enemy.”
Granada said firmly.
“I hope you will not forget the painful lessons of the past, which you took by giving your heart, Mainz.”
After Chloe and Callius left for the capital with most of the knights and army, Granada was on high alert, preparing for a possible enemy invasion.
Granada carried bows and swords instead of staffs, and the servants and maids of the castle each wore armor instead of uniforms and held weapons instead of brooms and mops.
Mainz looked at Granada reassuringly, worried that she might be pushing herself too hard, and handed her a snack he had carefully packed to keep her warm.
“Do it while eating.”
But Granada's hand turned towards the bow, not the food offered by Mainz.
It was a bow as huge as her height.
Although it was inconvenient to move due to its large size, it was optimized for cutting through heavy snowstorms and blowing off the heads of enemies. It was a traditional bow from Ronheim and was a defensive weapon.
"For a moment."
Granada placed a lighted arrow on her bowstring and pulled it back with all her might.
The moment her gaze becomes even more fierce.
Oh my god!
An arrow pierced the darkness, bouncing off the bowstring drawn with an incredible force that was hard to believe belonged to an old woman.
“...That’s right.”
Granada knew by feel that the arrow had hit the target before it even reached the target.
As she said, soon after, a short, deafening thud was heard from the darkness in the distance.
At the same time, a soldier ran to the watchtower where Granada was.
The soldier who had sensed the suspicious situation and rushed to report it asked briefly when he saw the arrow shot by Granada.
“Did Granada see it too?”
"Yes. Let everyone know that the enemy has appeared. That's the direction I fired my arrow."
Soon, the sound of drums began to ring out, and fires went up in every watchtower.
As soon as the signal sounded, people poured out of the quiet houses of Ronheim and onto the streets.
The enemies also knew that their position had been discovered and started to light fires.
“The army...!”
A soldier standing on the wall shouted in surprise.
This was because the army was rushing towards them, blocking the road to Ronheim Castle.
Granada rebuked such a soldier.
"No need to be surprised. Whether it's one or ten, we can stop them all. The safety of the people is our top priority!"
There was a commotion inside and outside the castle.
But no one was flustered.
Even the children knew where they were supposed to be.
The people of Ronheim who entered the castle each had weapons in their hands instead of carrying bundles of luggage.
"Those who can't fight, go deep into the castle! Those who can fight, line up in front of the castle gate!"
Under the guidance of the soldiers, the people moved in an orderly manner, like trained soldiers.
Among those who remained to fight were children as young as 10, people in their 70s, and even pregnant women.
Everyone was armed with the determination to protect Ronheim and not be defeated like before.
“Everyone, put on your armor! We have plenty of armor and weapons!”
The castle servants distributed armor and weapons to the people.
Those who were carrying crude weapons threw away theirs and took up new ones.
These were the things Chloe had Montril get for her.
“Close the gates!”
“Oh, that’s a surprise.”
The Viscount of Harrigan was heartbroken when he saw one of the soldiers standing in front of him suddenly fall to the ground after being struck by a flying arrow.
“How did you know? You’re like a ghost.”
Anyway, now that he was caught, it was game over.
“Advance! Advance! End this quickly!”
Viscount Harrigan was the owner of a very small territory in the north.
Even in the North, he owned a very small piece of land on the outskirts and joined hands with Kavala, still unaware of what was happening in the capital.
'If you just attack Ronheim, you can receive the title of Marquis...!'
Finally, you too will see the light.
The young Viscount Harrigan, who inherited the title from his father, who passed away last year, was blinded by his excessive ambition and did not carefully investigate why he had been given such a good opportunity, beating out many other lords.
'I'm a lucky guy.'
He just thought so.
As Kavala had said, there were no soldiers or knights on the walls of Ronheim.
Most of them were children, women, and old people carrying arrows.
“Archers, attack the enemies on the walls! Infantry, set fire to the gates! Advance in!”
If only they could get inside the gates, capturing Ronheim would be a breeze.
Viscount Harrigan was blunt.
This side was a combined force of the forces of Viscount Harrigan and Kavala.
Compared to that, isn't Ronheim's castle guarded by citizens, not soldiers?
"You'd better be careful, Viscount Harrigan. They're formidable."
Kavala warned.
Viscount Harrigan looked at Kavala with concern.
“Are you sure you don’t mind coming with me? Your Majesty, you don’t look well.”
“Don’t worry about me.”
Kavala had suffered a serious injury to her shoulder that made it difficult for her to move, but she kept the wound bandaged and hid it from Viscount Harrigan.
If he knew that she had suffered such a serious injury, even Viscount Herrigan would notice that she had fled.
"All I have to do is find the Holy Grail. Find the Grail and wait for Callius. If only those two are there, this wound, this situation, will all be insignificant."
The archers' flaming arrows darkened the sky over Ronheim.
Although many were swept away by the wind, Viscount Harrigan's men were also accustomed to the northern climate.
A great number of fire arrows poured down on the people of Ronheim like unstoppable raindrops.
But that outburst completely wiped out any feelings of recognition or friendship that might have remained within me.
“You really don’t know your own faults until the very end, Andrea.”
"What did I do wrong? Oh, no! It's all my fault! Yes, it was all my fault! I'm sorry, Chloe! But even so, it doesn't deserve this much! Chloe, please... Think carefully about what you're doing..."
“Andrea.”
I sighed briefly and approached Andrea, who was kneeling before the knights.
“Do you know this feeling?”
“Wh, what do you feel...?”
“This feeling of shiver-like pain every time you open your mouth.”
“Chloe, how could you do this to your older brother...! You’re really going to regret it. I told you, you will regret it!”
“I’m sick of it.”
I shuddered and ordered the knights to cover Andrea's mouth.
“Make sure to keep that mouth shut so he can never utter another word.”
“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!”
Dnieper followed silently behind Andrea as he was dragged away with his mouth gagged.
I shook my head as I looked at the bound and dazed Dnieper.
He seemed unable to acknowledge that he had been abandoned by Kavala.
After locking all the criminals in the dungeon, I headed to Callius, who was meeting with the knights.
Callius was discussing a map with his knights in the palace conference room when he saw me and greeted me with a smile.
“Can we catch Kavala?”
“Because I know where she’s going.”
Callius pointed to a spot on the map with his hand.
It was Ronheim.
"With all of Ronheim's knights and armies in the capital, Kavala will be desperately heading to Ronheim. She'll try to get there before us and seize the Holy Grail."
“I hope there won’t be a fight there.”
A sigh escaped me.
But perhaps this was better than letting Kavala slip away and worrying about when and how she would reappear, where she would come from, and what evil deeds she would commit.
I looked back at Callius and the knights and gave them a word.
“No one should be sacrificed in vain. Got it?”
"Yes!"
A booming voice filled the conference room.
***
Granada stood on the watchtower, looking out over the slope below Ronheim Castle.
The blizzard was getting stronger, but Granada looked around with a gaze more fierce than the wind in Ronheim.
She held a bow in her hand.
“Granada, do you see anything?”
Mainz turned his gaze to follow Granada, trying to block the wind that was hitting his face hard with his palm.
Mainz saw nothing.
He glanced at Granada's profile with a worried expression.
"Surely, the worst thing the Prince said will really happen. Everything is going well in the capital, so don't worry too much, Sister."
“Even when we weren’t complacent, we were attacked by the enemy.”
Granada said firmly.
“I hope you will not forget the painful lessons of the past, which you took by giving your heart, Mainz.”
After Chloe and Callius left for the capital with most of the knights and army, Granada was on high alert, preparing for a possible enemy invasion.
Granada carried bows and swords instead of staffs, and the servants and maids of the castle each wore armor instead of uniforms and held weapons instead of brooms and mops.
Mainz looked at Granada reassuringly, worried that she might be pushing herself too hard, and handed her a snack he had carefully packed to keep her warm.
“Do it while eating.”
But Granada's hand turned towards the bow, not the food offered by Mainz.
It was a bow as huge as her height.
Although it was inconvenient to move due to its large size, it was optimized for cutting through heavy snowstorms and blowing off the heads of enemies. It was a traditional bow from Ronheim and was a defensive weapon.
"For a moment."
Granada placed a lighted arrow on her bowstring and pulled it back with all her might.
The moment her gaze becomes even more fierce.
Oh my god!
An arrow pierced the darkness, bouncing off the bowstring drawn with an incredible force that was hard to believe belonged to an old woman.
“...That’s right.”
Granada knew by feel that the arrow had hit the target before it even reached the target.
As she said, soon after, a short, deafening thud was heard from the darkness in the distance.
At the same time, a soldier ran to the watchtower where Granada was.
The soldier who had sensed the suspicious situation and rushed to report it asked briefly when he saw the arrow shot by Granada.
“Did Granada see it too?”
"Yes. Let everyone know that the enemy has appeared. That's the direction I fired my arrow."
Soon, the sound of drums began to ring out, and fires went up in every watchtower.
As soon as the signal sounded, people poured out of the quiet houses of Ronheim and onto the streets.
The enemies also knew that their position had been discovered and started to light fires.
“The army...!”
A soldier standing on the wall shouted in surprise.
This was because the army was rushing towards them, blocking the road to Ronheim Castle.
Granada rebuked such a soldier.
"No need to be surprised. Whether it's one or ten, we can stop them all. The safety of the people is our top priority!"
There was a commotion inside and outside the castle.
But no one was flustered.
Even the children knew where they were supposed to be.
The people of Ronheim who entered the castle each had weapons in their hands instead of carrying bundles of luggage.
"Those who can't fight, go deep into the castle! Those who can fight, line up in front of the castle gate!"
Under the guidance of the soldiers, the people moved in an orderly manner, like trained soldiers.
Among those who remained to fight were children as young as 10, people in their 70s, and even pregnant women.
Everyone was armed with the determination to protect Ronheim and not be defeated like before.
“Everyone, put on your armor! We have plenty of armor and weapons!”
The castle servants distributed armor and weapons to the people.
Those who were carrying crude weapons threw away theirs and took up new ones.
These were the things Chloe had Montril get for her.
“Close the gates!”
***
“Oh, that’s a surprise.”
The Viscount of Harrigan was heartbroken when he saw one of the soldiers standing in front of him suddenly fall to the ground after being struck by a flying arrow.
“How did you know? You’re like a ghost.”
Anyway, now that he was caught, it was game over.
“Advance! Advance! End this quickly!”
Viscount Harrigan was the owner of a very small territory in the north.
Even in the North, he owned a very small piece of land on the outskirts and joined hands with Kavala, still unaware of what was happening in the capital.
'If you just attack Ronheim, you can receive the title of Marquis...!'
Finally, you too will see the light.
The young Viscount Harrigan, who inherited the title from his father, who passed away last year, was blinded by his excessive ambition and did not carefully investigate why he had been given such a good opportunity, beating out many other lords.
'I'm a lucky guy.'
He just thought so.
As Kavala had said, there were no soldiers or knights on the walls of Ronheim.
Most of them were children, women, and old people carrying arrows.
“Archers, attack the enemies on the walls! Infantry, set fire to the gates! Advance in!”
If only they could get inside the gates, capturing Ronheim would be a breeze.
Viscount Harrigan was blunt.
This side was a combined force of the forces of Viscount Harrigan and Kavala.
Compared to that, isn't Ronheim's castle guarded by citizens, not soldiers?
"You'd better be careful, Viscount Harrigan. They're formidable."
Kavala warned.
Viscount Harrigan looked at Kavala with concern.
“Are you sure you don’t mind coming with me? Your Majesty, you don’t look well.”
“Don’t worry about me.”
Kavala had suffered a serious injury to her shoulder that made it difficult for her to move, but she kept the wound bandaged and hid it from Viscount Harrigan.
If he knew that she had suffered such a serious injury, even Viscount Herrigan would notice that she had fled.
"All I have to do is find the Holy Grail. Find the Grail and wait for Callius. If only those two are there, this wound, this situation, will all be insignificant."
The archers' flaming arrows darkened the sky over Ronheim.
Although many were swept away by the wind, Viscount Harrigan's men were also accustomed to the northern climate.
A great number of fire arrows poured down on the people of Ronheim like unstoppable raindrops.
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