Episode 30
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“For the House of Saxony!”
“For the House of Brandenburg!”
Two of the most powerful cavalry units in the empire clashed, and there seemed to be no room for petty trickery.
Sir Milvas personally led the elite troops of the Knights Templar… … and stood on the right wing, aiming for a flanking breakthrough and encirclement, with Philip, the ‘official supreme commander’, in the center of the troops with the banner of the Count’s family, and finally Baron Pucker’s troops on the left wing, tasked with tying down the enemy’s right wing.
Deploy elite troops with superior firepower and mobility on the right wing, and the rest of the infantry and regular troops on the center and left wings.
This is a normal attack method in which the strong right wing attacks the enemy’s flank while the center and left wings block the enemy’s offensive.
And just as the distance between the two forces was closing in enough for them to be able to identify each other, the enemy’s left wing finally came into view, facing the right wing ‘elite force’ led by Sir Milvas.
The Saxon knights, the Night Ravens, wearing grey surcoats over their pitch-black armor. The ‘Black Cavalry’.
‘Hoo.’
Moreover, the one standing at the forefront, leading the black cavalry, was also the enemy’s highest commander who had to give orders from the rear… … the young eldest son of the House of Saxony.
‘It looks like they’re planning to decide the outcome through a clash between the main forces from the beginning.’
By offering himself as bait on the front lines of battle.
The fact that the supreme commander who had to issue orders from the rear was personally on the front lines meant that the weight of the wing was enormous. It was not a risk that could be taken with mere boldness or guts.
‘This is no ordinary bet.’
However, it was a match that had no reason to be rejected. No, rather, this was the situation that Sir Milvas had been hoping for even more.
A right-wing cavalry unit comprised of the most elite members of the Knights of St. Magdalene.
There could be no better situation to carry out your resolutions.
──Sir Milvas of Trian.
A high-ranking knight of the Knights of St. Magdalene, and the de facto top commander of the Count’s side. He was a knight of many battles who had fought alongside the Holy Swordsman.
Ten years ago, he was one of the witnesses to the day when his master stabbed the warrior in the back with the holy sword.
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“Charging!”
Sir Milvas raised his voice loudly as he led the right wing cavalry into a charge against the enemy’s left wing.
From afar, the enemy commander looks this way from under his black helmet… … towards Saxony’s Dale.
Instead of the wedge-shaped formation that the Knights of St. Magdalene are known for, they have multiple layers of horizontal bands that can be spread out flexibly depending on the situation.
“For St. Magdalene!”
“For the Counts of Brandenburg!”
The knights of the Count’s house began to charge, all shouting the name of their patron saint, Saint Magdalene.
A preemptive charge by cavalry, signaling the start of battle.
As the charge began, the lances of Sir Milvas and some of the knights began to take on an unusual glow.
A pure white aura like an angel’s feather. The symbol of the Knights of St. Magdalene.
Just like that snow, they wrapped a pure white aura around their lances, and the pure white cavalry quickly began to accelerate.
Likewise, the knights of the House of Saxony, the black cavalry, galloping towards this side.
“For the House of Saxony!”
“For Prince Dale!”
Two of the most powerful cavalry units in the empire clashed, and there seemed to be no room for petty trickery.
Spear clashed with spear, warhorse with warhorse, steel with flesh. Screams rang out, and blood and bone were scattered everywhere.
Among the knights of the Counts of Brandenburg who took part in this battle, there were only about fifty knights who could wield the Aura Blade. This is roughly the number of knights who could form a cavalry squadron.
“1st Cavalry Squadron, follow me!”
Leading a battalion of 50 ‘Aura Knights’, Sir Milvas charged through the enemy lines.
They did not participate in the cavalry charge in the front line, but rather headed towards Dale, who was watching them from the rear.
Subdue the enemy leader through a single-point breakthrough and quickly bring an end to the battle.
Quickly. Sir Milvas’s galloping Auror Lance pierced one of the Night Raven Knights like a skewer. Blood and entrails poured out. Sir Milvas, who had just knocked down one of the cavalrymen, put down his spear and drew the knight’s sword at his waist.
Sir Milvas, the Innocent Sword.
Following the sharp blade, he swung the pure white ‘Aura Blade’ that matched his nickname.
Chomp!
The pure blade drew a pure white trajectory and wrapped itself around the enemy’s neck again. Before a scream could be heard, the severed head rolled across the floor.
‘……what?’
After subduing two more cavalrymen, Sir Milvas tilted his head with a faint sense of discomfort.
The right wing cavalry of the Knights of St. Magdalene, led by him… … was overwhelmingly pushing back the left wing cavalry of the Knights of the Night Raven, who were clashing with him. It was very one-sided.
Wasn’t the opponent the destroyers of the battlefield, the ‘Black Cavalry’?
“Retreat! Turn around and retreat!”
“Retreat! Retreat and regroup!”
After just one clash, the entire enemy cavalry turned their horses and fled.
A battle between cavalry never ends with a single clash. Therefore, for Sir Milvas, who had expected a successive charge from the second and third ranks, this was a truly disappointing ending.
‘You lead the Night Raven Knights of Saxony, and you only want to tie our hands?’
When the difference in power between the two sides is clear, it is understandable that the inferior side would avoid engagement and feign retreat in order to buy time. However, the opponent was the Saxon House’s proud ‘Black Cavalry’, and their true value was not in some ingenious trick or distracting maneuver.
Rather, it is nothing more than a self-destructive act that gives up even their greatest strength.
As evidence, the movements of the enemies who were belatedly turning around and fleeing were extremely hectic.
The ranks are in disarray, people are falling from their horses, and it is a complete mess. Morale is at an all-time low, and there is no successive influx of troops from the rear ranks to buy time for the fleeing troops.
The unwavering unity and iron discipline were nowhere to be found. The destroyers of the battlefield, the world’s ‘Black Cavalry’ were in disarray to the point that it was hard to believe.
At this level, they would be no different from the ragtag soldiers led by Baron Greenbelt.
‘The rabble of the Baron Greenbelt… …?’
After thinking about it that far, Sir Milvas’s heart sank for a moment. He was vaguely aware of the source of this sense of discomfort.
‘no way.’
It wasn’t a feeling of discomfort.
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As an enemy, and sometimes as a trustworthy ally, Sir Milvas had fought in many battles with the ‘Night Raven Knights’, so he was confident.
The eldest son of the House of Saxony, the enemy commander, did not deploy elite troops on this side from the beginning.
This was a trap.
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The opposite side of the right wing led by Sir Milvas.
What faced the left wing force led by Baron Parker was a ragtag force bearing the emblem of Baron Greenbelt.
‘It’s not even a big deal to sweep away the greenbelt idiots!’
Baron Parker, who had been worried about the casualties from the battle, let out a huge sigh of relief upon seeing this sight.
At the tip of the spears of the knights of the mercenary order, personally commanded by the Baron Greenbelt… …until the raven knights of the House of Saxony, and especially the pitch-black aura that symbolizes the ‘Auror Knight’, were wrapped around them.
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“The left wing force led by Baron Parker is requesting help!”
“Reports indicate that the Saxon Auror Knights are rapidly breaking through Baron Parker’s left wing!”
“Sir Milvas said that the enemy’s main force was clearly on the right wing, where the eldest son of the Saxon family was… … .”
“Didn’t you say that Baron Parker’s opponents were Baron Greenbelt’s rabble? Then how is it that the ‘Auror Knights’ of the Saxon family are on their side!”
Under the large banner symbolizing the Count’s family, with two fronts fiercely interlocked and rotating counterclockwise, the lustful Philip stood at a crossroads where he had to make a crucial decision.
As the true ‘Supreme Commander’ in charge of this battle.
“… … .”
A suffocating pressure began to weigh on his heart. But what was next to the pressure was the cold ridicule of a ten-year-old child directed at him.
──The one who lost this battle and ended up taking the blame for the defeat was not ‘Commander Sir Milvas’.
──You will become the eldest son of an incompetent and useless count.
‘Should I just leave it like that?’
That is true. It was his job from the beginning to lead this battle and defeat the eldest son of the Saxon family, not Sir Milvas.
He will defeat the Duke’s prodigy and the Empire’s greatest genius, and prove himself to both his father and the Empire.
The name Philip of Brandenburg!
Philip, who had made up his mind, slowly raised his head.
“A message from Sir Milvas! Strengthen your defenses by joining the center and rear cavalry to Baron Pucker’s left wing… .”
Immediately afterwards, Sir Milvas, who had noticed the situation on the right wing, hurriedly sent a messenger to give ‘precise instructions on how to proceed’.
“It’s noisy!”
It wasn’t a very convincing story for the eldest son of the Earl’s family, who was burning with passion for Dale.
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To Sir Milvas, who had been through thick and thin, Dale’s trick was nothing more than a common disguise tactic. Nothing would change, and in fact it would.
“Phi, I have a report that Prince Philip will personally lead the rear cavalry and join us!”
However, after hearing the message from the messenger who had rushed in, Sir Milvas was left dumbfounded.
“Didn’t you tell me to join Baron Pucker’s left wing to confront the enemy’s ‘real main force’?”
“That, that’s because Confucius is so stubborn… … .”
‘That f*cking kid… …!’
The right wing forces led by Sir Milvas are already gaining the upper hand against the enemy’s weak left wing. However, adding more troops to the ‘already advantageous situation’ will only result in unnecessary overcrowding of troops, reducing the wing’s maneuverability.
However, he made such a mistake because he was blinded by the fact that the enemy’s top commander was here.
Ignoring the calls for help from our own troops who were in a difficult situation!
The right wing, which should have broken through the enemy’s wings with rapid maneuvers, will lose its role and be in disarray. The ‘real enemy main force’, disguised as the ragtag knights of the Baron Greenbelt, will break this wing without much trouble and attempt an encirclement maneuver.
At this point, it was meaningless to discuss the direction of the battle.
‘… … No, not yet.’
But soon Sir Milvas shook his head. He shook his head and looked at the ‘enemy’s supreme commander’ who was watching him from beyond.
The eldest son of the Saxon family, his expression unreadable due to his black helmet.
“1st Cavalry Squadron.”
Next, he thought of the fifty Auror Knights he trusted most, slaughtering enemies alongside him.
“You will break through the enemy lines with me and immediately pursue the enemy leader.”
Nothing will change. Before the friendly lines are completely entangled and broken, we will subdue the enemy’s top commander through a single breakthrough──and quickly bring an end to the battle.
Quick decision.
“In the name of St. Magdalene, may the White Sword be blessed.”
The knights under the command of Sir Milvas, the Sword of Purity, chanted the name of the patron saint and gave the holy sign.
“May the care of the Sistine Goddess be with you.”
“May the love and mercy of the sister gods be with you.”
After making up their minds, they spurred their war horses.
Trying to leave behind the ominous feeling of walking into a swamp from which there is no escape.
