James and several cavalrymen were galloping through the snow.

A scroll written full of numbers and calculations was stuffed in his sleeve, and his breathing was as heavy as a blacksmith’s bellows. He was panting from exhaustion, partly wanting to laugh, and partly wanting to yell at a certain idiot.

Making a castle architect flee from the battlefield with a group of people, did that idiot think he was also some kind of knight who could wield a sword and wear armor? Believe it or not, he would just kneel down and beg for mercy when a few horses from the enemy caught up with him?

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James took the last cavalry in Newcastle, having escaped through the secret passage south of the castle.

James didn’t know anything about the battlefield, he was just an architect who worked with wood and stone all day long.

But even he, when in the early morning of yesterday, saw the rebel army’s salamander banner with a white background instead of the rose flag with a red background flying on the horizon, understood the change in the battle situation.

The Duke of Buckingham, who used offense instead of defense, did not return, but a flood of enemies came.

This time the siege was more violent than the previous one.

The time since the last siege was too short, they barely had time to repair the cracked city walls, and the collapsed towers had no time to rebuild. The enemy was not in a hurry to climb the city, but pushed the trebuchet onto the battlefield, aiming to bombard the repaired city walls.

Amidst the loud rumble, Newcastle was crumbling.

The commander stayed on the city wall from morning until evening, directing at the top of his voice. But everyone knew that Newcastle could not be held.

The enemy gradually began to mount the top of the city wall.

The commander found James at that time with a detachment of cavalry.

He pointed to James and said to the cavalrymen, “He has confidential information on him. Even if you die, you must send him to the King properly.”

“I have a fart——”

Before James even finished, the commander strode over and grabbed him by the collar.

“I’m not trying to save you.” The commander who had already suffered a broken arm was short of breath, and he said in a hoarse voice, “I’m begging you to save my brothers! If I’m here, they will never run away! So I beg you, take them away! I beg you to save their lives!”

After the commander finished speaking, he let go of him.

“Take him away!”

At the command of the commander, those knights with red eyes came up and grabbed James and retreated towards the secret passage.

“Tell His Majesty! The Gulundi heavy cavalry has arrived!”

The commander said this final word to him, and then rushed to the wall again with great strides. He drew out his sword and cut down the rebels who climbed up from the breach in the city wall.

James saw him hold the sword in one hand, raised it high, and slashed down with all his might, beheading a rebel.

Blood spurted from the man’s neck like a fountain, dousing half of the commander. His hair and face was covered with blood, dripping down drop by drop. James didn’t know if the same blood would be sprayed out if the commander himself was beheaded.

The knights escorted James and escaped from the south side of the castle. The enemy’s attack focused on the north, and there were not many rebels outside the secret passage in the south.

Before leaving the castle and rushing into the snow field, James looked back at the castle he designed himself for the last time.

Faintly, black smoke enveloped the sky above the castle, which was the flames of war ignited on the battlefield.

Newcastle was doomed to fall.

James understood.

After the castle was captured, the rebel army would also think about repairing it, and the carpenters and workers in the city would survive. But the commander and the soldiers defending the city, they would surely die.

Running fast under the starry night, an architect and several cavalrymen fled desperately.

They had with them the last order of a commander:

——Tell the King that the Gulundi heavy cavalry had arrived.

They had rode all night, and James felt that his life would end on the saddle if this continued.

It was a mistake for him to come to Legrand, otherwise he would still be a man who built churches in safety. Thinking so, James waved his whip, and once again urged the horse under him to gallop forward.

The war horse galloped up to a small hill, and suddenly reared as if frightened. James was shocked, and he tugged on the rein, trying to calm the horse. But not only was he unsuccessful, he also rolled off the horse and fell headlong into the icy snow.

A mouthful of snow was poured down his throat abruptly, and James rolled over, struggling to get up from the snow.

As soon as he got up, he understood why the war horse was frightened.

On the far horizon, smoke and dust were faintly rolled up. In the smoke and dust, hundreds of blood-red banners spread out, forming a continuous wave.

James opened his mouth and the snow that he accidentally swallowed chilled his heart and lungs. He coughed violently, as if he wanted to cough out his lungs.

The bloody wave rushed towards him from a distance, and arrived in front of his eyes in an instant. The cavalry behind James exclaimed. Seeing that James, who had rolled onto the snow slope, was about to be trampled into mincemeat by the war horse, the leading knight reined the horse in the nick of time, and stopped at a distance less than three steps away from James.

Behind the knight, all the war horses stopped at the same time, instantly turning from a galloping torrent into a still vast ocean. The banners rolled up and fluttered fiercely, but the war horses had all stood still, and at this moment they were blowing out streams of white smoke from their noses.

James narrowly escaped death and stood up on unsteady legs from the side of the horse.

He had just stood up, but the knights behind got off their horses and knelt down in the snow.

“Greetings Your Majesty!”

Startled, James looked up at the leading knight.

The knight was wearing armor with his back against the light, so he couldn’t see his face clearly. It was near dawn, and there was a layer of faint blue light between the sky and the earth. Now this cold blue light fell on the knight, plating him like a piece of iron that was fished out of the fire and quenched with ice.

James suddenly remembered that a few days ago, when the Duke of Buckingham led the cavalry into battle, it was also in such a faint and cold morning light.

“You came from Newcastle?”

The King was on horseback, the people behind him were too far away, and the people in front of him were kneeling. Everyone could only hear his calm voice, and no one saw his trembling hands holding the rein and whip.

“The city…..the city is captured.”

The voice of the cavalryman who answered trembled slightly. He was the commander’s retinue, and he was also the commander’s best friend.

Silence.

There was silence between heaven and earth, as if even the war horses did not dare to neigh.

The cold wind from the north made people’s fingers stiff, and the blood in their veins frozen. The King felt that the ice particles in the air were poured into his lungs along his breath, and the coldness that could not be warmed by fire leaked out from the cracks in his bones. The bad premonition came true, and the last bit of hope sunk slowly into the abyss.

“Explain.”

The King’s ice blue eyes fixed on the cavalryman.

“What happened?”

The cavalryman took off his helmet and slammed it heavily on the snow. James didn’t realize until then that he was actually still quite young. The taciturn knight that fled with him along the way had a childish round face.

“His Excellency the Duke broke through the first siege on the city, but the city wall was damaged, making it impossible to defend it. His Excellency was determined to intercept the second batch of rebel troops…..” The young knight’s voice was hoarse, as if each word was soaked in blood, “His Excellency died in battle, the commander swore to defend the city to the death, and had us tell His Majesty——the Gulundi heavy cavalry has arrived!”

The duke died in battle, and the Gulundi heavy cavalry arrived.

Like two boulders suddenly crashing into the calm lake, the army couldn’t help but burst into exclamations.

His Excellency the Duke…..

Died in battle.

The King’s Adam’s apple rolled, he clenched his teeth, and raised his head. It was as if the exhaustion of two days and one night of rapid march suddenly crashed over him, and the world in front of him seemed to suddenly turn black, and all the colors in the world turned gray.

Drip.

The sound of blood dripping seemed to be heard again in his ear, light and soft, causing his breathing to become extremely difficult in an instant. That drop of blood…..that was the blood of the Duke of Buckingham, his uncle’s blood.

What was surging in his heart? What was it that froze him a bit by bit?

He once had nothing, and when he came to Legrand, he shouldered the fate of a country and a family. But he finally had something. How much did he own? How much could he lose? Should he weep? Should he roar or scream? Who would teach him to roar, to scream?

In his years past, everyone wanted him to die. He struggled to survive amidst the hatred and coldness of the world. He was no longer able to cry or be weak. Now who could tell him what to do when he was so full of sorrow? How did one let their tears flow down?

Too long a silence.

A cavalryman stepped out of the ranks and came to the King’s side.

He was the lieutenant general of the Iron Rose Cavalry and an old cavalryman who was familiar with the Duke of Buckingham.

When the King decided to carry out military reforms and form a new royal military, the Duke of Buckingham was still worried that General Sheehan was too young and inexperienced, so he appointed him as the lieutenant general of the Iron Rose Cavalry.

The lieutenant general walked up to the King, who was looking in the direction of Newcastle.

When he saw the King, the lieutenant general almost thought that the King would whip his horse at any moment and rush to the place where the Duke of Buckingham might be buried.

The knuckles of the King’s hand holding the whip had turned cold and bloodless, but the whip was still not swung out in the end.

“Your Majesty…..” The lieutenant general spoke in a low voice. At that moment, he felt that what he saw was not Legrand’s monarch, but a young man who had lost his last respected elder, the nephew of the Duke of Buckingham.

Perhaps the Duke of Buckingham might be more than just an uncle to the King…..He was the one who guarded him with his life. William III died too early. The Duke of Buckingham was likely equivalent to a father to the King.

What choice would a child who lost his father make? What choice should he make?

“Withdraw!”

The King bowed his head, the shadow of his helmet covering his face, and the always proud and powerful monarch looked like a sad youth at this moment. But his voice was clearly still that of the King.

He was the nephew of the Duke of Buckingham…..

 But also a king!

Anyone could cry, anyone could suffer, anyone could be desperately angry, but only the king couldn’t.

The army broke out into noise.

The cavalry did not expect such an order from the King.

The Duke of Buckingham was killed in battle, wouldn’t the King avenge the Duke?

“I said——withdraw!”

The King growled like a young lion suddenly enraged.

“Withdraw to Benz City!”

The lieutenant general looked silently at the King whose head was lowered.

He remembered that he once asked the Duke of Buckingham why he had been guarding the young king for more than ten years. At that time, the Duke of Buckingham said “because he is the hope of the Rose family, he will be a true emperor”.

The lieutenant general didn’t understand at the time.

Now he understood.

Withdrawing troops now was what they really should do.

He knew the Duke of Buckingham very well, and he knew what the royal cavalry commanded by the Duke of Buckingham was like. But the Duke of Buckingham died in battle. And Newcastle has fallen, and it was pointless for them to move forward. The galloping vanguard cavalry did not carry any siege equipment with them. Not only could they not take the castle back from the enemy, they might even have to face the Gulundi heavy cavalry that had already arrived.

This was a battle that was likely to be lost for the exhausted Iron Rose Cavalry which had been marching for several days and nights.

Whatever the military situation ahead was, everything was unknown, and the soldiers should not be pointlessly put in danger. This was what any general who commanded an army must do.

The death of the Duke of Buckingham was a great disaster for the whole of Legrand. At this time, they couldn’t afford a second catastrophic defeat, which would plunge the entire Northland counter-insurgency war into a downturn.

So——

They could only withdraw.

Withdraw to the nearest autonomous city to them, Benz City. Guard there and wait for the follow-up troops to arrive.

This was what they should really do.

The lieutenant general took a deep breath, suppressing the sorrow and sadness. He took one last look at the King, turned his horse, and returned to the army.

The King stood numbly in the ice and snow, watching under his command, the front of the cavalry turning into the rear, and the rear turning into the front, and slowly leave in the direction they came from in the snow.

The King stood still and did not move.

Soon, the King was the only one left on the snow slope.

He suddenly burst out in broken laughter.

No tears, no weeping, only hoarse, suppressed laughter in a torn voice.

Anger and sorrow surged through his veins, stirring up the madness of the ancient Rose family. His dead father, his dead uncle, all his dead ancestors…..their will revived in him.

The King raised his head in the north wind, looked up at the vast sky, and squeezed out a voice through his teeth. There was so much blood in his voice, as if a terrible monster had been released from his heart, and now the bloodthirsty monster was letting out its roar.

The old lion of the empire fell into the bloody mud, to be replaced by a new bloody king.

“Watch——”

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“I will have the royal Rose flag fly across the mainland, the glory that never sets to last eternally, and all the people who the golden carriage passes to submit!”

He would make the long-cherished wish of the Duke of Buckingham come true! Have the glory of the Rose family revived on this land!

Whoever killed the Duke of Buckingham, he would have their heads cut off, their sinful bones crushed, and their souls kneel in front of his grave for eternity!

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The infantry of the rebel army gathered in a hurry and raised their half-man-high shields to form a shield wall to resist the cavalry charge. The number of cavalry who launched the attack was much smaller than them but the formation of this cavalry charge was a bit strange. They were not lined up in ordinary rows, but gathered at one point and then elongated, shaped like a sharp sword.

The tip of the long sword was the sharpest part of the whole sword.

The Duke of Buckingham was the tip of the sword.

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The iron cavalry led by the Duke of Buckingham himself was completely different from the ordinary iron cavalry!

The infantry shouted in terror, seeing the murderous warhorses approaching in an instant. The knight in the front broke through the defense of the shield almost instantly, and his lance swung out, sweeping out a huge half-moon arc, and within the arc, blood splattered from all the infantry attempting to gather together.

The first knight had opened a gap in the entire defense line, and the following knights followed him and entered through this gap.

Compared with them, the entire rebel army was like scattered sand (TN: lacking in cohesion or organization).

The terrifying impact of the cavalry was fully demonstrated when the Duke of Buckingham took advantage of the terrain to seize the best opportunity.

The shield wall of the rebel army was a flimsy piece of thin paper in front of the charging royal cavalry. The cavalry spears of the knights tore through the paper-thin defense line, and directly penetrated through to the rebel army’s center in one breath, cutting the rebel army in half.

The rebels realized that their enemies were as fierce as tigers and as cunning as foxes.

The cavalry on both sides remained separated by infantry and military supply teams at all times. The Duke of Buckingham did not give the rebel knights a chance to organize and surround him. Instead, he relied on his own speed to cut across the entire battlefield like the wind. All the cavalry closely followed the Duke of Buckingham, always maintaining the formation of a longsword.

In front of the iron cavalry, the infantry could only let them trample.

After breaking through the line of defense, the royal cavalry immediately used their heavy lances as spears and threw them with all their strength. Wherever the two-meter-long iron lance passed, blood spattered, causing death or injury.

And at the moment when the iron lances left their hands, the cavalrymen had already drawn out the swords at their waists and swung them down from on top of their horses.

Sprays of blood splattered up and onto their armors. These knights looked like gods of death bathed in blood.

The warhorse leaped.

Surrounded by several enemy cavalrymen who finally caught up, the Duke of Buckingham jumped up with his horse, swinging his sword in mid-air. The tactics used by the King when he fought against the Gulundi heavy cavalry were repeated by the Duke of Buckingham——the King’s combat skills were taught by the man himself after all!

Both man and horse danced together, the sword light leaping like the moon.

The rebel cavalry who had just arrived were clearly the ones surrounding the Duke of Buckingham, but at this time they had to raise their shields to defend.

A young knight’s shield met the Duke of Buckingham’s sword. He only felt a sharp pain in between his thumb and forefinger, and the next moment the shield flew out. Without hesitation, the Duke of Buckingham slit the knight’s throat with his sword.

The horse fell to the ground, and the Duke of Buckingham continued to charge forward, followed by other royal cavalrymen.

The Duke of Buckingham charged straight to the center of the army, where the rebel flag flew, and where Prince Will stood.

Prince Will’s general found him and asked him to give orders, but only saw Prince Will’s pale complexion and trembling under the heavy armor.

Prince Will witnessed the Duke of Buckingham cross most of the battlefield, coming towards him like an unstoppable force, and could only tremble uncontrollably.

When he was young, he was also on such a battlefield, and it was also a small versus many battle.

The still proud and immature Prince Will encountered his first miserable defeat in his life.

His army was torn apart by the cavalry of the Duke of Buckingham, his knights were trampled by the knights of the Duke of Buckingham, and he himself was almost killed by the sword of the Duke of Buckingham. That was the lunatic of the Rose family! How could a normal person hold up against a lunatic!

His pride, his dignity, and his ego were all shattered in that battle.

It wasn’t until William III died of illness that the Duke of Buckingham remained to guard the Rose Palace and was replaced by Buckingham’s son Johan on the battlefield that Prince Will’s fear gradually faded away.

But now, that nightmarish fear returned with a vengeance, and more intensified than before.

He pushed away his subordinates who were anxiously calling out to him, turned his horse’s head, and was about to flee in the direction he had come.

At that moment, a soft sigh traveled into Prince Will’s ears, and into everyone’s ears.

Prince Will seemed to be blocked by an invisible wall. He fell off his horse and stared blankly at the sky. Ripples of light spread out in the air one after the other. The light carried majesty and power beyond human imagination, and the warhorses neighed and trembled.

The soldiers of the rebel army subconsciously fell to their knees.

“A miracle! A miracle has descended!”

Some men trembled and shouted, with worship and fear in their voices.

The battlefield, which was still noisy just now, suddenly fell silent.

The Duke of Buckingham reined in his horse and stood on the blood-stained snow with his cavalry which had equally suffered losses.

The so-called “miracle” was reflected in his icy blue pupils.

“Is this God’s Holy Soldier that Clemo got back then?”

The Duke of Buckingham said softly.

That was a piece of history on the other side of the strait. In 217 AD, King Clemo accepted the help of the Holy Court, and obtained the help of the Holy Lord at the price of accepting the Holy Court as the state religion. In Bressi’s Chronicle it was written that “…..angels in armor fought with mortals, and they crowned King Clemo with their victorious laurels…..”

The power of God changed the situation from its original defeated state to victory.

Now, after more than a thousand years, that power has appeared again.

The three iron carriages had opened up, and l three holy caskets could be seen in the carriages, which contained three holy remains that were supposed to be buried in the church to be worshiped by the world. White light spread out from the holy skeleton and gathered in mid-air.

In mid-air, a pair of huge white wings slowly spread out from behind the young white-robed priest, and armor appeared on his body from illusion to solidity at the same time. The entire area was silent, and everyone in the rebel army was prostrate on the ground. The only ones who did not kneel and kowtow were the cavalry led by the Duke of Buckingham.

They also felt a heavy pressure, but none of the knights retreated.

Because the Duke of Buckingham did not back down.

He stared at the war angel suspended in mid-air, reached out to take the royal banner from the knights around him, and held it up high.

The royal banner fluttered fiercely.

This was the banner of mortals.

The angel opened His eyes, His expression was the same as all the murals on the Holy Court Church, neither happy nor sad, but His pupils retained the shadow of a priest in white robes, as clear as a mirror, which reflected the image of the knight holding the banner of mortals up high.

“Descendant of the Dragon Slayer.”

He said, very softly, but it reached everyone’s ears.

“It has been over a thousand years, do you still want to continue with your original choice?”

“Over a thousand years.”

The Duke of Buckingham looked up, looking at the somewhat ragged and worn scarlet royal flag fluttering in the air.

It had been over a thousand years!

The Rose family had struggled to stand on this land for over a thousand years! They were smashed again and again, under pressure from all directions again and again, and poured their blood on this land from generation to generation…..It turned out that they have persisted in this way for over a thousand years!

“What the Rose family’s choice was over a thousand years ago will be the choice now a thousand years later.”

The Duke of Buckingham uttered slowly.

“You will die.” The angel looked at the old duke, looking at the eyes that have been passed down from generation to generation, “Even so, do you still want to fight?”

“The evil dragon sees mortals as food, and you see mortals as ants. Now, have you started to feel pity for the ants?”

The wind blew the edge of the banner into Duke Buckingham’s face. He had been in the military all his life and never talked nonsense, but today he didn’t care about wasting time.

“Is it pity? Or is it a discovery——that the gathering of ants also has earth-shaking power?”

His gaze sharpened suddenly, like an ancient knife turned sideways, with a cold light leaping across the edge.

Icy cold.

“We can give you glory, strength, power,” said the angel, “We can give you power, we can make you transcend the boundaries of the ordinary, and achieve the extraordinary.”

The Duke of Buckingham laughed: “No, you don’t understand what we want at all!”

For the first time, doubts appeared in the angel’s mirror-like eyes.

“You don’t understand at all.”

The Duke of Buckingham looked around, the white snow had turned into mud, corpses laid against each other, blood and slush were mixed together, knives, swords, and spears could be seen everywhere.

In the war of mortals, whether they lose or win, it should all depend on themselves.

Before every knight stepped onto the battlefield, he was already prepared to return triumphantly after victory, and to die on the battlefield after defeat. This was the fate of the knights, they have no regrets! But by no means should it be like it was now——the victory or defeat of the entire war, the fate of millions of people in the entire country, disappearing in a flash, in a single thought.

No matter how much mortal blood spilled, in front of God, it was just a small drop of water, falling silently and without a trace.

“That’s why we are always unwilling to bow our heads to you!”

If mortals were like ants in front of God, all the selfless sacrifices and hard work would become just a joke.

How ridiculous that would be!

The persistence of the Rose family for over a thousand years was simply just the right to decide the fate of mortals themselves! The history of mortals to be written by mortals themselves! They wanted themselves not to be prey, not to be ants, not to be puppets!

They wanted to stand upright on the ground!

They just wanted fairness, they just wanted freedom.

However, whether in the sky or on the earth, no one would give them this.

“None of you will give this, so——” the Duke of Buckingham said softly, his voice heavy with these many years, “the Rose family will take this ourselves.”

Take it with blood, with the lives of generations after generation!

“As long as you stand here, you are not our enemy.” The angel held the fiery sword, and pointed lightly at the place where Prince Will was.

The Duke of Buckingham looked back at the knights behind him: “Go, don’t disappoint this rare kindness.”

The cavalry stood upright and solemn, none leaving.

“Don’t feel ashamed, the enemies you are facing now are beyond the scope of your oath.” The Duke of Buckingham said lightly, “Go.”

“Are you insulting us?”

The old knight who had followed him for the most years spoke, he was blinded in one eye during the battle, and blood flowed all over his face. He slowly raised his sword and pointed at Prince Will who was kneeling on the ground.

“Have us follow after a dog that pissed his pants?”

His description was vulgar and impudent, completely inconsistent with the spirit of chivalry. But as soon as he finished speaking, all the knights burst into laughter, wild and unrestrained, as if there was no invincible angel in front of them, and there was no invisible pressure around them that pressed down on them so much that they almost fell off their horses.

The Duke of Buckingham was taken aback for a moment, then laughed out loud.

He reined in his horse and looked at his knights: “I am very happy!”

He had always been cold and stern all his life, no matter how great the victory was, he had never laughed like this, and he had never expressed his feelings so bluntly.

“I am very happy!”

The Duke of Buckingham raised his royal banner aloft.

“You’re all here! I’m glad you’re all knights of the Empire!”

“For the glory of the Rose!”

The knights roared, and they raised their swords high.

The warhorses no longer neighed.

The horses and their owners have been fighting together for many years, and they have already established a connection with each other. At this moment, the warhorses actually overcame their natural fear, and just like their owners, proudly raised their head, not retreating an inch.

“Now! Follow me——”

The Duke of Buckingham turned to the angel, and he swung his sword.

“Charge!”

Just like before, he was the first to charge.

The knights followed, and the iron hooves of their horses kicked up blood and mud from the battlefield. They followed their general without hesitation, they were a longsword, they were the swords and knives of mortals! Old knights, young knights, there were only a few hundred of them left.

But at this moment, they were the mighty army of the empire!

The angel spread His wings and drew His fiery sword.

The mighty red fire spread in midair, with the angel as the center, and within a space of hundreds of meters, all the snow melted in an instant. The water from the melting snow turned into a long scalding river, tossing and flowing, straddling between the Rose cavalry and the rebel army.

Like a moat between mortals and God.

As long as you step over, you will be smashed to pieces.

The scorching air waves rushed towards them head front, but the warhorses kept galloping.

“Kill!”

The Duke of Buckingham hollered.

This was war!

This was the war between mortals and God and the world. This war had lasted from the age of legends to the present and had never stopped.

This war would not cease until there was death!

“Kill!”

All the knights shouted loudly.

On the battlefield, knights have only one mission——to kill! Kill their enemies, or be killed by them! The Rose cavalry would never retreat!

The angel held the sword in both hands and raised it high.

The red fire in the sky rolled down, carrying endless majesty and violence. This was not the power of human beings, but the power of God! The fire rolled past like a bloody sea, with thousands of swords in the fire. The world was tainted a bloody red, and everything crawled in submission.

God’s punishment came and devoured everything.

………………

The border between Legrand and Newcastle.

The King led the vanguard and rushed all the way, arriving here almost non-stop around the clock. They had just passed through the first town, and then passed through two autonomous cities before arriving at the royal castle of Newcastle.

The King was at the front of the line.

He reined in suddenly and looked up to the north.

The north wind howled between the sky and the earth, and the wind was so cold that it penetrated into the bone marrow. The King held on tightly to the reins, feeling his blood cooling inch by inch, or as if there was a flame boiling in his heart.

The soldiers stopped behind the King and looked at him in confusion, noise rising slightly.

However, in this world, all voices seemed to fade from the King’s vicinity.

Drip.

It seemed to be an illusion, and it seemed that the sound was carried by the wind and came from far away.

Drip.

It was the sound of a drop of blood falling.

Whose blood was that?

“Let’s go!”

The King suddenly roared.

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He raised his whip high and swung it down vigorously. The warhorse screamed and galloped out. The cold wind blew on the King’s face like a knife. He held onto the reins tightly, his joints turning terribly pale.

Over mountains, across glaciers, and through swamps, the King galloped through the bitter cold of late winter.

How much could he call his own?

And how much could he lose!

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