Translated by Mara Sov
Revolutionary Period Breakthrough (2)
The defense lines beca chaotic as the soldiers witnessed the absurd sight of their enemies breaking through their magical bombardnt.
The Germania Empires infantry, who tried to hold against the enemy, could do nothing against the bombardnt of steel at close range.
Wails of agony and despair echoed on the battlefield.
A storm of shrapnel tore through the bodies of those unlucky enough to stand on the frontline. So soldiers recovered their senses and tried to flee, but the hailstorm of steel was uncaring of their decisions.
With their mission completed, the mounted artillery returned, giving way to the cavalry led by Knights as they began their charge.
Foward n! Charge-!!
For Francia!
The cavalry charged toward the shattered enemy lines, followed by a wave of infantry soldiers.
As he watched this scene from his telescope, the Grand Duke dropped the instrunt onto the ground with a loud clatter.
This was a tactic never seen before.
No, calling sothing like this a tactic was being generous,
This was nothing more than a desperate move, a ridiculous bet relying on the irregularity known as the Saint of Francia.
Although the enemys intentions were obvious, the Germania Empire couldnt do anything to counter it.
With a bitter laugh, the Grand Duke muttered darkly.
This war is a ss.
Ahhhhh-!
The enemy infantry scread as they were torn to shreds.
Chargeee!
Kill them all!
Knights and cavalryn rushed into the enemy lines, striking down any enemy in a frenzy.
Drawing my bow, I quickly notched an arrow.
After a swift observation, I aid at a helpless mage who was panicking as both armies clashed.
As soon as I released the string, the mage fell with an arrow lodged in his forehead. Drawing another arrow, I looked at the Witch hovering in the distance.
The magic circle looked to be about one-third complete, rotating clockwise making the woman seem like a goddess looking down on us.
She was still too far.
For the motherland!
Long Live the Republic! Follow the Marquis-!
Looking back, I could see the revolutionaries breaking through the enemy lines as they followed our charge.
Amidst the song of steel and the desperate screams of the fallen, Sir Gastons shout reached my ears.
Marquis! Enemy cavalry incoming!
Letting go of my bow, I unsheathed my blade.
Most of our spears had snapped during the initial charge.
Cavalry, form up! Knights! To the front!
The Germania Empire cavalry trampled any soldiers in their way as they approached.
I couldnt help but swallow a lump as the Empires cavalry made the ground shake with their charge against us.
Hold your positions!
My hand beca slick with sweat.
S-Shouldnt we retreat now?
But Damiens frightened voice made scoff.
Knights! The commoners, the ones that were once looked down upon are now following our charge! They have put their trust in us! Tell ! If one runs now, could he even deserve being called a Knight?!
No!
Then, advance! We must move forward! Those who flee will die by my hand!
With the signal given, the horses moved.
Slowly at first,
Then, a light trot,
Soon the trot turned into a gallop.
Thousands of cavalry faced each other on this battlefield.
The wind scread past my armor, and the ground quaked, our charge created tremors on the battlefield.
As the enemy lances approached, I raised my blade and yelled.
For Francia-!!!
As if answering my challenge, the enemy also scread.
Sieg Heil Kaiser!
Imbuing my blade with mana, I sliced through a lance, cutting a Knights throat.
My sword, backed by the montum of my charge, shattered the Knights defenses, cleaving through his bone in one swoop.
But at that mont, my horse let out a pitful scream.
Neighh!
Pierced by another Knights lance, my horse fell. With a roll, I was quickly able to get up and face the enemy coming at .
Shit!
Drawing my dagger, I quickly infused it with mana and threw it, piercing the Knights helt.
The very next mont, I ducked to avoid a lance of another cavalryman approaching from the side. With a horizontal slash, I severed the legs of his horse.
Aaargh-!
With a grueso scream, the rider tumbled to the ground, pinned under his own steed.
All around , countless screams erupted as the combat continued.
Marquis!
Sir Gaston urged his horse towards as he bisected two Knights with a single slash of his greatsword.
Are you alright, My Lord?
Im fine, concentrate on our enemies for now!
Drawing another dagger, I planted it on the brow of another foe. As the carnage went on, I lost count of how many enemies I had killed and Sir Gaston approached once again.
Marquis! The enemy cavalry is retreating! Your orders?
I imdiately turned my gaze towards the high ground.
Through the broken line, I could see a considerable number of enemy infantry approaching, while their cavalry tried to hold us. Among the incoming tide, I could see the fluttering banner of the Grand Duke Leopolds house.
Was that the legion under the Grand Dukes command?
Damn it. This wont be easy.
The Witchs magic circle was about half done.
If the battle turned into complete chaos, there was a chance the Witch would cancel her spell to avoid friendly fire. But until now, there were no signs of this happening.
Perhaps the plan failed?
Should we retreat now?
I found myself looking back for a mont.
Tens of thousands of soldiers from Francia, were desperately fighting while yelling Long Live the Republic! as they followed us.
Ha.
After getting this far, there was no turning back.
Those who have lost their horses, grab whatever you can! I dont care if its the enemys own horses or of a fallen comrade! Prepare for the charge! We will break through them-!!
By your command!
Cavalry! Prepare for the charge!
I mounted on a horse brought to by a Knight and surveyed our formation. Our numbers had been reduced to a third due the initial charge and the battle against the enemy cavalry.
Charging head-on into their infantry with these numbers would be suicide. But my cavalryn have been trained to learn how to wield their mana from the Knights.
Therefore, our suicidal move will work.
Sohow.
No, It must work.
n! Chaargeeeee!
Attack!
Those who were trying to recover their breath now spurred their horses to join our charge.
At that mont, I could see the infantry line bearing the banner of the Grand Duke fixing their bayonets, their muskets already aid at us.
Then, giant fireballs flew from the sky.
Fuck!
Dont falter now! Full speed ahead! Hesitation will an your death!
Follow the lord!
Those in the front, including , accelerated to avoid the fireballs, but one spell exploded right in the middle of our formation, scattering the inferno in all directions.
Ahhhhhh!
Arghhh, M-My Lord!
So Knights were engulfed by the flas, while the cavalryn with their rudintary training in mana were rendered to ashes.
Seeing one of the Knights from Millbeau be devoured by the flas, I shouted.
Snap out of it! Protect the front, they are firing!
Feuer!
The muskets of the Grand Dukes regint spat fire in unison.
Ugh!
Aaargh!
My n fell, their mana shattered as they tumbled to the ground.
The terror in Damiens eyes, who was riding next to , was clear to see.
Those who were following my lead panicked as they started to lag behind.
With a curse, I raised my sword high and shouted.
Dont stop now! We either erge victorious or die trying!
Follow the Marquis!
Better a warriors death, than a cowardly life!
Sir Gaston answered my call. Shouts of resolve erupted from behind as I spurred my horse and thrust my sword forward.
I cut down the muskets and bayonets, and with another swing, blood splattered on my face.
So of my n were unhorsed by the bayonets, others jumped into the enemys formation, wreaking havoc within their lines. It was then that I heard a multitude of screams from behind.
Attack! Attack! Glory to the Republic!
Looking back, I could see n in blue uniforms panting as they chased after us waving the banner of the Republic as they fought the enemy infantry trying to surround us.
Heh-.
Yaaaaaaah-Geh!
I killed a soldier who rushed at with his bayonet as he scread.
Victory is within our reach n! Dont stop now!
Uaagh!
I swung my sword with all my might, cleaving an enemy soldier in half.
Amidst the chaos of battle, I have lost my horse once more, and my arms have long since gone numb from the countless tis Ive swung my sword.
My other senses have gone numb as well, but my blood-soaked armor seed to trick my brain into slling the iron stench.
The Witchs magic circle was already 80% completed.
Long Live the Grand Duke Leopold!
Though we had managed to kill more than half of his troops, the Grand Dukes regint was like cockroaches, refusing to let us pass.
Amid the fighting, a gunshot blasted beside .
Khuugh
Ignoring the searing pain erupting from my left arm, I pulled out a dagger and stabbed the head of the soldier who had shot .
In a rare mont of respite, I tore down a piece of cloth and wrapped it around the gunshot wound.
However, despite all my efforts, the Witchs magic circle showed no signs of stopping.
Huff, huff.
My breathing was erratic, and the sky was already darkening.
Only the screams, curses, and yells of soldiers echoed around the battlefield. The cacophony of noise was such that it beca impossible to distinguish ally from foe.
Huff-. M-Marquis.Huff
Sir Gaston, who appeared to be just as exhausted as I, hurried over to while I issued my orders.
Were almost there. I need to conserve my strength, so clear the way for .
By your command!
While Sir Gaston dashed off, I cleared the blood on my sword and sheathed it, however, my hands couldnt stop trembling.
Sweat poured from like a waterfall, making it hard to keep my eyes open. I tried to wipe out the blood on my face, but I quickly realized that it was a pointless struggle, so I focused on Sir Gastons charge.
He must have been tired as well, but he continued to swing his greatsword like a vengeful spirit, cleaving enemies apart.
Finally, the blue-clad infantry, rushed towards us as they managed to push back the enemy, and followed Sir Gastons charge.
Vive La Francia!
Vive La Revolution!
Ha..Hahaha..Hahahaha
For so reason, I couldnt stop laughing.
Not just , but everyone must be at their limits.
Even though they can see that the magic circle is nearly complete, everyone keeps charging ahead.
I was the one who made them do this.
I made Eris fool these poor soldiers into thinking that they had divine grace on their side.
Yet, despite all of this, this mad charge towards certain death sent shivers through my spine.
What could have made these n fight with such fervor?
I slowly followed in their wake, waiting for my hands to stop trembling.
The enemies are fleeing!
WOOOOOOH!
We are almost there! Keep charging!
The absolute carnage of this combat was brutal, in ti the once unshakable regint of the Grand Duke collapsed, and their banners fell in the mud.
The Witchs magic circle was nearly done.
Yet, despite certain death, our forces continued their mad charge. This clearly unsettled the enemy lines.
Since my arms were finally steady enough, I took the bow settled on my back, and notched an arrow.
In the end, I wasnt enough.
-I will lead the charge. And the proud Knights of Francia will follow . We will be the spear that will pierce the enemys heart. So, follow us.
Even when I spoke those words, it was rely a speech to motivate the troops. I didnt fully believe in them myself.
-If we all stand together we will win!
But at this mont, I must admit.
These people werent rely fodder to open a way for us. No, they were the main actors in this play.
I drew my arrow, our trump card, an arrow brimming with Divine Power.
For them, and for the trust Eris has put in , I would draw this arrow she had spent days imbuying with her strength.
My left arm, the one that was struck by a bullet scread in pain, as I pulled back the bowstring.
I had a single target.
The Witch who hovered above us, arrogantly chanting spells as if she was a goddess.
Imbuing the arrow with all the mana I had left, I released the bowstring.
Just as her Grand Magic was nearing its completion, Frau Wilhelmina Von Weinfeld sneered.
The desperate struggle of the Francian army and their breakthroughs were noteworthy. For an army composed of ignorant barbarians that is.
But in the end, they failed to reach her.
Wilhelmina, after using dozens of amplification crystals shuddered with bliss as she felt the boundless magical power infused in the circle.
In such a chaotic battlefield, her Grand Magic would result in severe casualties for both sides.
However, the plight of such uncultured barbarians was of no concern to her. After all, here she was, wielding power once reserved for the Divine! After this day, her na would beco a symbol of awe and terror.
Commander!
At that mont, her subordinate yelled, as an arrow shot into the sky was flying towards her.
Tsk, what foolishness. Nothing more than a desperate struggle.
The Witch raised her hand, conjuring a magic barrier to block the puny arrow.
However, the arrow, unable to contain the energy within it, burned like a cot leaving a bluish golden trail in the sky and stuck Wilhelminas barrier, as the Witch herself couldnt help but be astonished at this developnt.
Ah?
The arrow easily shattered her barrier, as Wilhelmina quickly raised both hands to conjure more layers, one over the other.
Yet, the arrow didnt stop.
Like breaking a frail glass, all her barriers shattered.
One by one, the layers of magical defense were broken in an instant, as the arrow continued its trajectory.
It cant be!
Wilhelmina scread like a banshee as she realized her magical power would be insufficient to block such an arrow after pouring all her power into the Grand Magic.
In her desperation, she considered using the mana she had been building for her Grand Magic, but she hesitated.
What sort of heresy would be to use her spell, the Grand Magic she had poured her entire fortune into, a feat that bordered on the divine, just to block a single arrow?
Could she, a being recognized as a Sage, really fall to a single arrow?
In that mont of hesitation, Wilhelminas last barrier shattered and the arrow pierced her shoulder.
The arrogant Witch, the woman who believed herself to be a Goddess, had fallen.
OhOHHH-!
Amidst the soldiers cheers, the magic circle crumbled.
Even the Grand Dukes regint hesitated for a mont as they watched the Witch fall.
I pressed forward, cutting down anyone who stood in my way with Sir Gaston at my side.
The other mages who were assisting the Witch seed completely drained of their mana, so they chose to flee rather than fight us.
After cutting down a few dozen soldiers, I finally reached the Witch.
The once mighty Sage, now had an arrow stuck in her shoulder as she glared at with bloodshot eyes.
You! Filthy mongrel, Ill never forget this humiliation.
When I was about to rush her, I noticed a huge magic circle forming between and her, so I hesitated.
The Witch extended her finger tracing sothing in the air,
By reflex, I reached for my belt to throw a dagger at her, but my hands ca out empty.
The next mont, a huge pillar of fire surged.
By instinct, I stepped back from the suffocating heat the fire emanated, as the Witch continued to conjure more flas on the ground between us.
My Lord the Marquis, are you alright!?
Sir Gaston reached , as he asked through his heavy panting, but I could barely answer him, feeling all my energy draining away.
The fire wall, hot enough to lt even steel stood as a barrier in our path to Victory.
After all those sacrifices to reach her,
She would get away,
No!
I clenched my teeth.
This opportunity was akin to a miracle. We would not have another chance.
Due to their arrogance, they didnt foresee our desperate charge, and even with all those sacrifices we barely had a chance!
How much blood had been spilled today for to give up now?
There would be no victory for us if we were to fail here.
If we et that Witch again we will lose, and regardless if the Republic surrenders or not, both Christine and I will surely be executed.
She put her trust in , the woman who was willing to crawl towards deaths embrace for my sake.
The woman whom I failed in my past life, leaving her to die.
And in this life, she was almost taken from again.
After all of this, would I put her life at risk for a third ti?
Taking off my water flask, I poured the contents over my head.
M-My Lord?
Sir Gaston cried out to , but I ignored him as I charged into the inferno.
Its hot.
Even when I squeezed whatever mana I had left to shield myself from the flas, my magic was quickly depleted.
I couldnt breathe.
My body scread at , the pain was unbearable, but a burst of magic from my chest spread out to my body, protecting for a few precious monts.
I closed my eyes to avoid burning them, so I had no idea what was happening or for how long this inferno would stretch.
But the mont I finally stepped out of the flas.
Right before my eyes,
The Witch was limping away.
I lifted my sword tempered by the flas, the handle burned my skin, lting my flesh.
However, I ignored it all,
With a single movent, I threw the sword with all my might.
The Sword cut through the wind with a whistling sound.
And it pierced the head of the Witch who had turned back to look at .
In her eyes, I could see her confusion and dread.
The Storm Witch, the woman who thought herself to be a Goddess, collapsed without uttering a single word.
Seeing the inferno behind disappear, I finally collapsed.
My Lord!
I could hear Sir Gastons desperate voice.
In my fading consciousness, I saw light coming from the black rose on my chest slowly being snuffed out.
Christine.
Then, the darkness claid .
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