Episode 242
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The divine sword Bardel and the warrior of the other world.
Their battle brought an early end to the war to unify the continent of the empire. After that, the whereabouts of the bodies of the two people who died together that day were not revealed.
At the same time, no one in the empire doubted that the bodies of the two strong men had fallen into the hands of the imperial family and the Red Tower.
After that, the body of Sir Badel, known as the greatest swordsman on the continent, including the ‘Auror Heart’, was transplanted to the First Prince Lancelot.
With his obsession that he cannot die even if he dies.
That is why, even after experiencing death that day, Lord Bardel the Divine Sword was here.
Now, as the Emperor and the standard-bearer of the Empire, he marches towards the Duchy of Lancaster, the territory of his old friend and ruled by his daughter Charlotte.
It was at that moment that the second prince, Galahad, who was with him, stopped the reins of his horse.
“Why are you doing that?”
At the same time, the first prince Lancelot opened his mouth. Hearing those words, Galahad burst into laughter.
“No, I’m just not used to this kind of role-playing.”
At the same time, Galahad spoke. It was a voice that was utterly foreign.
Phew!
At the same time, the world the two princes were standing on was turned upside down. It was a boundary of thought that rejected all existences other than theirs.
“Do you remember that winter night?”
“… … !”
In the midst of the changing world, the second prince, Galahad, asked. No, it wasn’t. I could tell that as soon as I saw the scenery.
A white and dark winter night spread out there.
How could I forget?
“It was an unforgettable night for all of us.”
“The warrior of the other world… … .”
The new sword Bardell muttered softly.
“How on earth did you do that?”
“I literally died and came back to life.”
The warrior from another world answered as if it were someone else’s business.
“Then how did you end up wearing the First Prince’s skin?”
Second Prince Galahad, the warrior from another world, asked back.
1st Prince Lancelot, to Lord Badel, the divine sword.
“It was something even the Empire did not expect.”
The swordsman Bardel answered, and the warrior burst into laughter.
“Do you really think so? Who transplanted your body into the First Prince’s body?”
After laughing, he asked back. The new sword Bardell remained silent for a moment, and after a moment of silence, he recalled the man’s appearance.
A man with the name of Bloody Ball.
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Dale lowered his head, leaving behind the battles taking place everywhere.
There was an absurdly large map depicting the entire continent, and filling the map were countless chess pieces, each representing a different branch of the military.
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At the same time, one battle ended.
Dale moved a chess piece and calmly drew the outcome of the battle on the map. The battlefield was more than a thousand kilometers away from Dale’s Duchy of Saxony, but physical distance was of no importance to Dale at this point.
His eyes and ears, tinted blue, were recording the results of what was happening on the battlefield.
And then I looked down at the map again. The battle line was changing with each passing moment.
He who is everywhere and nowhere.
It was time to exercise my influence as the one standing at the top of the Blue Tower, the Tower of Lies and Tricks.
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So Dale moved one of his chess pieces again.
The black war horse was the pride of the House of Saxony and a symbol of the ‘Black Cavalry’, the destroyers of the battlefield.
That moment.
The commander’s orders were given, and there was no need for a messenger to carry them out.
Just a blue butterfly flapped its wings and flew up.
“… … The Black Lord has given the order.”
Lord Vale of Baskerville, who was pondering the meaning, pulled the reins of his horse, leading a mobile strike force of Night Raven knights.
Independent guerrilla battalions are scattered across the continent and carry out their missions. However, there is no such thing as easy-to-understand radio in this world. That is why the tactics of this world do not deviate much from medieval thinking.
At least that wasn’t the case for Dale, who was spreading his webs across the continent.
“We will pass through Baron Pavel’s territory and break through the enemy’s rear ranks in the baronial territory where the battle is taking place.”
“Jeonmyeong!”
Lord Vale of Baskerville rode on, and the black cavalry began to move.
“His Majesty the Duke has given the order! Everyone, move!”
“For the House of Saxony!”
And from there, a few dozen kilometers away, a large squadron of cavalry led by Sir Helmuth Blackbear also began to move.
The destroyers of the battlefield, waiting for their turn and stationed across the continent, began to move one by one.
And the Saxon army that began to take to the battlefield was by no means comprised entirely of knights.
“The captain has given the order!”
The heavily armored infantry of the Black Armor Company, led by Lord Yoness, also began to move.
A unit of black magicians who have thoroughly honed their skills for combat and have formed combined arms cooperation tactics.
Based on the power of blue that can issue orders at any moment regardless of distance and location, the power of blue that broke the silence finally appeared on the battlefield.
And it was never just the role of ‘Blue Tower Dale’.
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The Sorceress Council, the masters of intrigue and lies who support the Blue Tower, could not be an exception.
Some time after that.
As a standard-bearer of the Imperial faction, Philip, Count of Brandenburg, was no exception in taking part in the battlefield.
And when he began to advance with his proud knights of St. Magdalene, to prove their prowess in battle,
The victory report of the Count of Brandenburg, who defeated the armies of the noble princes blocking his way one by one, was a feat that far surpassed initial imagination.
Even if a noble family is on the path to ruin, its prestige will never disappear overnight. No, this war will be the perfect opportunity to revive the Count’s family in the midst of a crisis.
“Charge, proud knights of St. Magdalene!”
That’s why Philip desperately raised his voice. He quickly broke through the enemy’s front line and continued to advance endlessly.
“Your Majesty, Count! The scouts have reported that the ‘Black Cavalry’ of the House of Saxony have blocked the retreat to the rear… …!”
“what?!”
And what has stood in the way of Philip’s advance, then and now, has always been one entity.
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An independent guerrilla force comprised of Night Raven Knights was dominating the battle and changing the course of the battle.
It was a movement that could not even be described as mysterious.
It was as if a god was looking down on this land from above and moving their troops. It was a movement that could not be explained otherwise.
The destroyers of the battlefield who always keep pace with the enemy’s movements and intercept the enemy’s units. The battles unfolding here and there were won one by one by Dale’s hands.
Just as the blue color broke the silence, the red tower also broke the silence around that time.
The strong outside the standard are butt-heavy.
This is especially true in a battle of this scale.
It is not that they are heavy for no reason. If we assume that their existence itself is an asymmetric weapon that can change the situation of the war, then where exactly that strategic weapon is ‘dropped’ is the key that can ultimately determine the direction of the war.
If you blindly advance with strong players outside the standard, the side that reads their movements and responds can make various decisions.
“Your Majesty the Duke’s orders are: Do not engage the Red Tower’s enemy magicians and retreat immediately!”
“Hold the line! Retreat!”
As soon as high-ranking enemy magicians appear in the war, they refuse to engage and run away.
For example, the existence of the Blood Ball itself has the power to influence the battle, and even the war itself.
But if that bloody ball leaves the zodiac and advances into enemy territory, how long will it take for him to occupy the enemy territory?
Meanwhile, if a separate force were to attack the Imperial City while the Blood Lord was absent… … what would be the meaning of a single Blood Lord’s victory?
Conversely, if the Blood Ball is locked in to defend the zodiac, the entire area except the zodiac will be devastated while he is there.
That is why the existence of infantry cannot be ignored, separate from the existence of strong soldiers outside the standard.
No matter how powerful they are in the midst of war, in the end they are nothing more than a cog in a wheel.
Dale understood that fact exactly.
So, he simply carried out his role indifferently on the blue spider web his mother had scattered for him.
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The imperial capital.
There was a constant stream of sad news coming from all over the place. It was news of which nobles had died or deserted on which front, who had fled, who had surrendered, and so on.
It was a defeat after defeat that was sweeping across the entire continent.
Arthur the Great, sitting on his golden throne, remained calm and silent amid the pouring reports.
“Things are not going well.”
The bloody ball beside him spoke. Arthur the Great did not answer.
“It must be because the Shadow Lord is using blue spiderwebs. He isolates the strong outside the standard and secures a sure victory in regular battles.”
“How wise.”
Finally, after a long silence, the Golden Monarch opened his mouth, and the Bloody Duke smiled silently.
He thoroughly avoids battles with powerful enemies outside the standard, such as high-ranking enemy magicians and the swordsman Sepilia, and isolates them, while at the same time securing a sure victory in battles with those who are not.
It was a battle situation that seemed to come straight out of a fairy tale, and the Shadow Lord had the power to make it happen.
“It doesn’t seem like a good decision to continue watching the situation unfold.”
“What do you wish for?”
“Your Majesty, I request that you personally go to the battlefield.”
The bloody ball bowed its head and said.
“Before the damage gets any worse, we must rally all our scattered forces, advance toward the Duke of Saxony, and settle the matter through a large-scale engagement.”
“… … .”
The Golden Lord did not answer right away and remained silent. However, the silence did not last long.
“After the war, what do you think will be left on this land?”
“It will be a pile of ashes.”
The bloody ball answered calmly.
“Whether one side wins, the defeated side will resist to the very end without surrender. In the end, what will be left on the land will be the scars of war, ruins of fire and blood.”
“What a fleeting victory.”
The bloody ball did not answer. He still had a smile that was hard to read, and he did not reveal the dark intentions he had hidden in his heart until the very end.
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After some time, the imperial forces scattered across the continent began to gather one by one.
Furthermore, the story spread that the Golden Lord, Arthur the Great, personally led them on an expedition.
Towards the frozen lands of Saxony, where the Shadow Lord and the Dark Duke await.
At the same time, news spread that the two princes of the golden blood, Lancelot and Galahad, had disappeared.
The divine sword Bardel and the warrior of the other world.
The Golden Lord and the Shadow Lord.
Bloody Ball and Jet Black Ball.
Those who believed without a doubt that each of them was the main character and mastermind of this stage began to gather towards one place.
Into the white and dark winter night scenery they remember.
