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The tide of battle quickly turned in favor of Fenris and the Allied Forces.

This was because the cavalrymen who had shaken off Emerson's pursuit continued to fire arrows at the rear ranks of Desmond's army, which were divided on both sides.

"Eww!"

Desmond's army, attacked from the front and back, began to crumble in vain.

The Ferdinand army, which had been greatly outnumbered, gained complete victory with the help of the cavalry archers.

"Now is the time! Push it hard!"

In particular, Zwalter stood in front of everyone and killed the enemies. A normally calm person is more scary when he gets angry.

"Wow!"

As Ferdium's forces gained momentum, Desmond's forces led by Viscount Garain could no longer hold out.

Fear is contagious. Desmond's men begin to flee one by one, their ranks crumbling with absurd ease.

"Don't run away, you idiots!"

Although Count Garain urged them hard, there was no way the already tilted situation could be reversed.

The knights of Ferdium did not lose focus until the very end, even as they were spitting out blood. This was because they realized that victory was not far away.

This phenomenon was the same for the Royal Army. They pressured Desmond's army, which had lost Emerson's unit, with their numerical superiority.

Although he did not fight as fiercely as Ferdium, he pushed back the enemy step by step according to the rules.

With both flanks collapsing, Desmond's center was surrounded.

The central army could no longer provide support to the other side. Their ranks had already collapsed due to the activities of Giselle and Vanessa.

The knights and cavalry of Fenris, who attempted to charge against the central army, killed the enemies based on their overwhelming defensive power.

Among them, there were three who stood out.

"Whoa! It's so hot I'm going crazy!"

"Hold on a little longer! We have a clear victory!"

"They're all running away!"

The numerical advantage no longer meant anything to the enemies who had lost their fighting spirit and were collapsing. The three members of the labor assault team opened the face shields of their helmets to catch their breath for a moment.

"Ah, I think I'll survive!"

A middle-aged man who shouted loudly. He was the leader of the spies who had entered Fenris territory as Desmond's spy and been dragged into the labor brigade.

The other two also opened their face shields and made expressions that suggested they were going to die. All three of their faces were soaked in sweat.

No matter how good the armor's defensive capabilities are, it is not protected by magic like a knight's, so it is inevitable that the internal temperature will rise over time.

Their whole bodies felt heavy like water-soaked cotton, but their faces were filled with joy.

"Ahhhhhh, I really thought 'our Fenris' would beat Desmond."

The two people nodded at the leader's words.

"I was trying to run away or join them again after seeing the situation, but it turned out really well."

"Come on, let's hurry up and deal with the 'enemies'. There's not much left. This armor is really amazing."

These people were originally superior to ordinary soldiers in terms of skill. Since they were wearing full-body Galvanium armor, there was no way they would die easily.

The captain raised his spear and whispered forcefully(?).

"Okay! It's hard, but let's work a little harder! And let's make a fresh start!"

They were fully determined to turn to Fenris.

They have a house in Fenris and a lot of money saved up. If they could just destroy Desmond, the so-called strongest man in the North, there would be no enemy that could threaten them right away.

Although Raypold is on par with Desmond, he too is in bad shape, embroiled in rebellion and civil war.

If Fenris captures Desmond, the family in Desmond will be safe. This is a chance to make a fresh start and wash your identity. You'd be a fool to miss this.

As they were about to fight again with renewed vigor, one of Desmond's officers noticed their faces and shouted:

"You, you guys!"

The three people's heads turned around. After confirming who they were, they became lost in thought and shouted.

"Hey, that kid?"

The three quickly lowered the helmet's face shield, but it was already too late.

The officer pointed his finger at the three men.

"What are you guys doing here!"

He was a trainer who trained and managed spies in Desmond. He was involved in this war because Harold had brought all the guards with him.

He took part in a commanding role for some troops, and was shocked to discover the spies he had raised and sent to Fenris.

The spy leader shouted in desperation as his identity was discovered.

"We have to kill that kid before he talks any more!"

If they were to talk nonsense, they would be in trouble. Their dream of a new start might be shattered. The leader adjusted his posture and shouted.

"Hit it straight away with a stream attack!"

The leader shouted loudly and quickly threw the spear.

Kaang!

"Crunch!"

The officer, who was about to say something again, was surprised by the sudden attack and knocked out the window. But the attack did not end there.

Taking advantage of the gap, another crew member approached and stabbed the spear.

window!

Still, the officer, who had considerable skill, quickly took a stance and blocked the second attack. However, that was his last resistance.

"Haaap!"

Kwajik!

Another crew member took an axe from his waistband and cut off the officer's head.

The officer was already completely out of position from having to block two consecutive attacks. He was unable to block the third.

The perfect combination of long-range, medium-range, and close-range attacks. This was the ultimate skill of the three, the 'Stream Attack'.

"Kreuk… … . These traitorous bastards… … ."

The officer could not continue speaking and collapsed, spitting out blood.

The three people looked around and sighed in relief when they confirmed that no one else was around.

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"Whew… … Thank goodness. If I had talked any further, I would have gotten in trouble. This kid gave us a hard time during training, but I feel so relieved."

But just then, Gordon, who had been knocking down the Royal Guards and pushing back the enemy formation, approached the three. He was shocked to see the officer's uniform on the ground.

"Wow! You three killed an enemy officer! Desmond's officers must have been quite skilled. Isn't that amazing?"

The higher the rank you kill, the higher your merit will be. Gordon said to the three of them with a hearty laugh.

"I never thought you'd fight so hard and even kill enemy officers! I suspected you of being a spy in the Labor Brigade! I'm sorry I suspected you all this time! I'll make sure to tell your superiors about your achievements!"

"Ahahahaha… … ."

"I told you, we're not bad people… … ."

"You don't have to say it above… … ."

The three laughed awkwardly. They didn't want to expose themselves to the public eye just to hear the public's speech. If they met a prisoner who knew their true identities later, they would be in big trouble.

But Gordon, who had no way of knowing their true feelings, shook his head and said.

"Our lord is a man who is sure of one reward! Don't worry and fight hard! There isn't much left now!"

"Ahahahaha… … ."

The three continued their fight, laughing awkwardly.

'That kid just needs to build some muscle, his thighs are wide too!'

The resolve to kill anyone who somehow knows their face the moment they meet them blossomed into a fresh one.

Desmond's forces were collapsing on all sides, including the positions where the Labor Brigade was operating.

Harold, who was watching the scene from the highest and safest place, bit his lip until it bled.

"My army… … My army… … ."

I couldn't believe it. It was his own army, known as the strongest in the North. Every single one of them was an elite.

Even though they brought such elite troops in overwhelming numbers, they were already in a losing situation. No, it was as good as lost.

The ranks were completely broken and there were deserters coming from all directions.

Emerson's cavalry, which had been fighting hard, was unable to escape and was on the verge of death when the Ferdium and royal forces successfully surrounded them.

And the person who made all this possible was running towards him.

"Harold—!"

Jiselle came running at a speed like a storm, screaming with anger and joy.

"Giselle! You bastard!"

Harold also got up from his seat in anger. It was because of that guy. He had always been successful, but because of that guy, everything was ruined.

I poured all my strength into the spirit world, thinking that this would be the final battle, but even that failed.

Now he is finished. He will no longer be called the Great Lord of the North.

Everything he had built up came crashing down today, and all his wealth and great fame would go to that bastard.

He, who had walked the best path since birth, was defeated by Aesong, who was rumored to be the worst in the North.

His name will remain in history and be ridiculed for eternity.

I could never forgive him. How could I bear this humiliation!

"Eww!"

Harold shouted, his eyes bloodshot.

The staff members next to him grabbed his arms and shouted.

"Count! It's over! You must surrender!"

"There are no royal guards! You must dodge!"

"You can go to the nearby duke's territory!"

Chomp!

"Cough!"

All the staff members who spoke of flight and surrender were beheaded by Harold's sword.

Then, the other staff members and a small number of soldiers nearby slowly retreated.

Harold, with his hair disheveled and tears of blood dripping down his face, was not normal.

What had sustained him until now was his pride and honor as a great lord of the North. Now that he had lost it all, life had no meaning to him.

There is only one way to recover. It is to get rid of that rascal that is approaching you.

Ugh.

After getting off the Black King, Giselle approached Harold with her sword in hand.

"Harold."

"Giselle."

The two people glared at each other and called each other's names.

Although it was the Duke's order, Harold tried to destroy Ferdium anyway, and in his previous life, he actually destroyed it.

That is why Giselle and Harold had no choice but to fight. Just like the relationship between Giselle and the duke, Giselle and Harold were also the worst of the worst relationships that could only end if one of them died.

And now, it's time to break one bad relationship again.

Covered in blood, Giselle said with a ecstatic laugh.

"It's finally time to kill you."

"Hehehe… … ."

Harold didn't say much, just laughed like a madman. His eyes were as full of murderous intent as Giselle's.

You can tell just by looking into each other's eyes how much they hate each other.

Harold took a step forward and finally opened his mouth.

"At that time, instead of targeting your little brother, you should have just led the army and trampled Ferdium."

That's my first regret.

"When you obtained the Runestone, I should have led the entire army myself, not Victor. Even if it meant throwing away all pretext and all."

That's my second regret.

"Even when I attacked Count Cavaldi, I should have pushed back the royal army and gone to kill you."

That was my third regret.

Harold had his chance. He had the chance to kill Giselle, several times. But there were too many things to consider: the duke's orders, the justification, the situation around him.

While hesitating in that situation, Jiselle has grown to the point where she is now destroying herself.

"But I can't miss this last chance."

Jiselle came running alone, covered in blood. Her body looked unstable due to the long battle. Her breathing was irregular and she was covered in wounds.

Harold is also a knight of the highest rank. He has learned the high-level swordsmanship handed down through the Earl of Desmond's family, and his talent is second to none.

After he grew older and inherited the throne, he had no choice but to neglect his swordsmanship training, but he was not so weak that he could not kill a wounded beast.

Kuung!

Harold drew all of his mana. Not only that. He began to drain his life force to the point of destroying his mana core.

Now he has only one goal left.

The only thing he could do was kill Jiselle to save his wounded pride.

Even if it means giving up one's own life.

"Die."

Harold let out a word filled with hatred and ran straight to Giselle.

Kaang!

Harold's momentum, burning all his strength, was formidable. Even Giselle, who blocked the sword, staggered for a moment.

But Giselle still couldn't shake off her ecstatic laughter. She opened her mouth while blocking Harold's sword.

"I still can't forget how I felt when I killed you."

"Hehehe… … . I knew you were crazy, but you're worse than I thought. You're going to die by me today."

"Even if I cut your corpse hundreds or thousands of times, my anger didn't subside. Instead, the sense of futility only deepened. Even if I killed you, no one came back. It was just a venting of anger."

Harold wiggled his eyebrows. It was obvious nonsense, but the emotion contained within felt like truth.

Jiselle continued, still smiling.

"I am sure that this moment is different from that time. That is why I am happier than ever."

Kwaaang!

In an instant, a storm of mana spread out. Harold was unable to overcome the shock and took a few steps back.

Jiselle opened the third stage of the core again. As she drew mana more powerfully than ever before, even her hair began to sway in the flow.

Dduk dduk!

Jiselle's body was already at its limit. Just opening the core caused blood to burst out from various places and her body to twist, but even in the midst of the pain, Jiselle smiled more happily than ever.

This much pain.

It was nothing compared to the pain of my previous life where I lost everything.

"I won't leave you a corpse like I did in my previous life, Harold Desmond."

"Yes, that's right. If I go crazy like that, wouldn't the joy of killing you be greater?"

Harold smiled just as brightly as Giselle. All that remained in his mind was a maddening rage and hatred.

The two people were laughing heartily at each other.

Boom!

Without saying who would go first, they both swung their swords simultaneously.