Volume 6 Chapter 89-2 Finally Unrestricted
Unyielding, Lionel met Cedric's fierce grin with a grin just as ferocious.
"Let us remember the name of the mighty one──Cedric von Braubelg."
Lionel's feet sprang into action.
In the next instant, a blade was thrust before Cedric's eyes.
Unavoidable.
No time for a counter.
Then, with desperate resolve, he dropped to his knees and hoisted his sword overhead.
That's when a jolt ran through Cedric's body.
It felt like a blow from the side.
He realized what it was when he saw Miranda covering him as she tumbled to the ground.
Faster than the strike that threatened Cedric, Miranda charged and sent him flying with her tackle.
"Don't... do something reckless, please."
...Miranda smiled down at Cedric, but she hadn't entirely dodged the blow──blood dripped from her foot.
"Miranda..."
"Good call."
Lionel nodded in approval of Miranda's tackle, stepping forward towards the pair on the ground. "I underestimated you."
He had noticed Miranda's charge, thinking he could strike them both as they curled together.
Even though he had managed to strike, they had evaded the fatal blow.
As Lionel, he could acknowledge both Miranda and Cedric as worthy adversaries.
Lionel slowly closed the distance.
Facing the encroaching despair, the duo on their knees mustered all their strength to rise.
"Miranda. Why did you──"
"Even if we ran, they'd catch up. So..."
Shaking from head to toe, Miranda staggered to her feet, downing a healing potion.
The blood stopped flowing from her wound, and a hint of color returned to her face.
"Then, we stand a better chance fighting the general together, don't you think?"
Cedric chuckled in agreement with Miranda's words, smacking his aching body and rising to his feet.
"Go ahead, stand up. The more, the merrier!"
But just then, a merciless halberd was swung at them.
Once more, they braced against the impact, but the force was too great, and their bodies were hurled away.
With sword in place of a staff, Cedric and Miranda stood once again.
Seeing their resolve, Lionel took another step forward.
"Is this it...?"
Lucian muttered as he unleashed a spell into the sky.
Everyone froze, glancing upwards, just as the eclipse reached its peak.
The sun hung in the sky, yet the strange darkness made them all furrow their brows, staring into the heavens.
"What's going on?"
Perhaps because the twilight had been creeping in, even Lionel finally noticed the abnormality above.
It was definitely a result of Lucian's magic.
On high alert, Lionel tensed up right at that moment.
"Incoming report! A few small boats have appeared off the harbor and are heading this way!"
A soldier from the cliff shouted down.
The unexpected emergence of the small boats even made Lionel tilt his head in confusion──*small boats?*
A soldier peering through a telescope reported, "I can see flags!" but most of the people present had no idea what allegiance those flags signified.
"Victor...?"
Among those reacting were Cedric and Miranda, who had seen Harrison's cape back in Waldner.
Lucian's hidden reinforcements.
The captain who had just landed on the small island through the teleportation gate, alongside the unit that had been lurking in the night's shadows on the nearest isle.
They were charging ahead at a breakneck speed, cutting through the battleship's formation towards the harbor.
"The small boats are sneaking through the bombardment and approaching the port."
"Are they ambush troops at this point? And from the sea...?"
Lionel furrowed his brow at that moment.
"Collision at the docks with the small boats!"
"Collision?"
In disbelief, Cedric exclaimed, while the messenger at the telescope replied with a regretful tone, "Yes... it's a collision."
Just when they thought reinforcements had arrived, they crashed into the dock instead.
Everyone couldn't help but think, *This is just too much...* when suddenly the messenger gasped.
"Shadows emerging from the small boats... they've breached the Empire's defenses! What power... they're fast! They're heading straight for us!"
"How many?!"
Kyle couldn't help but shout, and the Braubelg soldier replied, "About... ten..."──an alarmingly small number that shocked them all.
"Ten?"
"That's hardly anything."
As Kyle and Lionel whispered to each other, a terrifying force of around ten Victor soldiers advanced at breakneck speed, charging straight up the main street.
With nothing to obstruct their path, they suddenly appeared behind the Imperial Army, locked in fierce combat in the plaza.
There was no longer any need for messengers.
The chaos behind the Imperial troops was overwhelming, but at the same moment, an astonishing sight met the eyes of everyone who turned to look.
The battlefield had cracked open.
No, to be precise, it had been shattered, and a double line of Knights surged forward without hesitation.
The Knights, their armor clanking, halted before Lionel and the others.
They bore a symbol of Victor──a red field adorned with a black, stylized dragon and sword.
Compared to the Imperial First Division, it was a cheap, simple crest, just one of many.
Yet beneath the darkened sky, even that modest banner fluttering in the wind exuded an undeniable pressure, making everyone swallow hard... and that was when the Knights each took a step to the side, facing one another, drawing their swords high.
In their rough yet synchronized movements, everyone present was captivated.
It was no wonder.
The Knights, who had rushed in from the sea, had bowed their heads like honor-bound warriors, granting passage.
The sounds of battle seemed to fade into the distance.
In that eerie silence beneath the darkened sky, the sharp *clack* of booted footsteps echoed against the cobblestones.
Historically, why had Eleonora, who obtained the exceptional power of Elizabeth, remained hidden until her full revival?
And even after she had been completely restored, why had it taken so long to conquer a minor Dukedom?
The most significant reason was simple: this man stood in Victor's ranks.
The sound of footsteps on the cobblestones was unmistakably that of shoes.
It wasn't the metallic clatter of greaves; it was an incongruous sound drawing closer.
The mist rising from the battlefield and the fully darkened sky rendered the figure indistinct, but Lucian and the others strained to see the slowly approaching person.
Alan had mentioned, 'I'll send the captain,' but the dust of the battlefield and the shadowy sky made it hard to discern his form.
Lucian's gaze sharpened, the first thing he caught sight of was the deep crimson pelisse draping over the left shoulder.
The glimpse of attire reminiscent of a military uniform beneath it.
With each step, the elongated leg stretched out, causing the emblem on the pelisse to flutter over the left shoulder. ※Shoulder mantle
Stepping firmly, emerging from the dust of the battlefield and the shadows was...
"...Alan, is that you?"
As Lucian murmured in disbelief, before their eyes appeared a knight in attendance──it was Randy's father, the current Viscount Victor, Alan Victor.
With his auburn hair and mustache, the ever-gentle smile was unmistakably Alan, despite the different attire.
"My apologies for the intrusion, Lord Lucian. I've come to offer my thanks for the gift of Homura country."
Flipping the pelisse, Alan placed his left hand upon the sword at his hip.
He smiled as usual, his words out of place, showing none of the aura of a powerful man.
Yet only Lionel, his cheek tinged with a cold sweat, managed to force a smile.
The last flicker of the sun's light, like a final struggle, illuminated Alan from the shadow of the moon.
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