Germanicus the commander

At noon two armies were meeting face to face on a great plain that was surrounded by a forest.

Germanicus who was sitting on his horse looked proudly at his army and pointed at his sister's army with his finger.

"I want the army that my father brought to defeat us, it is composed mainly of bandits and other scum from the north, they must remember that we have to win this battle because their leader is my bastard sister.

She must have said something to my sick father which brainwashed him into believing her words because it is not possible that a bastard can have an army by herself.

In addition, my father is also sick in his head since as you have heard, he has destroyed the cities he has conquered. Poor Duke Hippolyte died at his hands like many other good men.