Lady, please lend me your head for a moment.

Just as a fierce battle between the South Ceraph Reclamation Army and the Westwind Knights was unfolding at the foot of Mostar Castle, Cyrus had already leaped onto the city walls, and his direct subordinates from the Restoration Army were throwing grappling hooks, scaling the unguarded walls of Mostar Castle.

By the time seventy to eighty percent of his troops had climbed onto the battlements, a combat squad of a few hundred people led by two girls appeared below the city. Cyrus only glanced coldly at them before leading his troops toward the duchess who was watching the battle from the castle, completely disregarding those who were fighting Belisa and Anatasiya below the walls.