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“Angie-sama.” (Veteran knight)

“What is it?” (Angelica)

In the forest, a familiar veteran knight next to me spoke.

It feels like a long time ago, from when this country was still peaceful, and the knight, who had an old fief near Altima, has always been nearby.

“Although we are riding side by side, this path is a bit too narrow.” (Veteran knight)

The veteran knight said in a small voice, almost as if whispering, jokingly. Still, it was audible enough due to the proximity. And it made sense, as the path where Angie and the others were marching in two columns was a small path in the forest. It was a narrow path, used only slightly by the small village deep in the forest.

The path, trodden by people’s feet and occasionally used by cattle and draft horses, was narrow enough that two knights on horseback were squeezed together. Their shoulders almost touched. However, because it was such a narrow path, only locals knew about it, and the exit was not conspicuous. If they didn’t pay close attention, they wouldn’t notice the forest opening up, the path appearing, and then it returning to the forest. Alfred, who was marching with a furious pace to bite at the tail of their escaping enemy, would not notice.

“…I’m sorry. I’ve made you endure so much in this sibling quarrel.” (Angelica)

“What are you saying? I have no intention of ruling my hometown under that man.” (Veteran knight)

Many of these knights were land-owning nobles, born in mansions in their hometowns, ruling over small villages given to them as fiefs.

“My small dream is to see Angie-sama place a sword on my grandson’s shoulder and be ennobled. Even if Angie-sama leaves the country and we are granted permission, I cannot even imagine my grandson being ennobled by that man.” (Veteran knight)

The veteran knight said that and gave a grim smile.

“—Thank you.” (Angelica)

Angie genuinely thought so. She wanted to repay their loyalty. She wanted to win, reward them, honor their loyalty, and let them return to their hometowns. The place they lived in was not a country ruled by that madman. It would be a country that he would create, a gentle and prosperous one.

“Alright… it’s almost time.” (Angelica)

“Yes.” (Veteran knight)

Angelica lowered her helmet visor. When the narrow view became restricted by the tempered steel plate, she placed the sword she held on the shoulder of the knight in front of her. That knight placed the short spear he held on the shoulder of the knight ahead of him. Once this reached the front of the line, the knights were supposed to start running.

10 seconds, 20 seconds.

The sound of hooves scraping the ground was heard. Then, as the knight ahead started moving, Angelica spurred her horse and started running.

—

The forest ended, and the view suddenly became brighter. What spread before them was the valiant figure of the cavalry, whom she had personally trained, piercing the flank of the advancing enemy forces. Like cutting meat with a dull knife, they were cleaving through the resisting enemy lines. With this, they could go. They might even have the chance to penetrate the enemy lines, break through, and strike again.

Just as she thought so and raised her sword to take command, something flashed at the edge of her vision. Blue. A battle flag, meticulously embroidered, bright blue. Beneath it, something gleamed. A dull golden color. A brass mask. There was only one person on the battlefield wearing such a thing.

“It’s Alfred! Let’s go!” (Angelica)

Angie made a quick judgment and shouted to the knights following behind her. She pointed the drawn sword at Alfred, making her intentions clear. With that single motion, the knights behind her all sensed her meaning and turned their horses to create a new breakthrough. A new blade was swung down, severing the stretched enemy lines. Angie also joined in.

Alfred. If they finish him here, everything will be over. Then no one will suffer anymore. I would end him.

Through the entangled horses and soldiers, the first to reach Alfred was none other than Angie herself, who had drawn the fateful thread. Fortunately, at that moment, Alfred was facing another direction. Without unnecessarily shouting, Angie swung the heavy, broad sword she held. It was the sword that once belonged to the late King, her father Renitzhit, and was later bestowed to Gustav. It was too heavy for Angie, but she kept it at her waist, never forgetting her regret over losing Gustav.

Alfred, clad in intricate full armor, was still facing a different direction. She aimed for his head. Even if she couldn’t cleave through the helmet, she would strike with enough force to cause a concussion and pierce through the mask, breaking his face.

At the moment she swung it down, whether by animal instinct or simply by realizing he needed to be cautious of his surroundings, Alfred turned toward Angie. As soon as he realized he was about to be attacked, he raised his open hand to try to block the blade. Angie’s broad sword, with its sharp edge and weight, cracked through Alfred’s gauntlet in his full-body armor. The heavy blade, which had slipped between his middle and ring fingers, sliced through the metal plate protecting his palm and reached his wrist.

“—Ah, Angelica!” (Alfred)

Alfred, realizing the armored figure holding the blade was Angie, swung the sword he had already drawn. His awareness was sharp as if he had become terrifyingly focused. A horizontal swing with one hand could not use the weight of the sword effectively. No matter how light the armor was made, it was impossible to tear it with such a hand-forged sword.

Angie judged that and calmly moved her left hand. She drew a pistol from its holster, folding her arm, and used the forearm and upper arm armor to block Alfred’s sword. A strong impact passed through her arm to her shoulder, but in the next moment, she was able to extend her arm.

She would kill him. At this distance, she could.

Angie aimed her pistol at Alfred’s brass mask and squeezed the trigger. There was a click, and the flint dropped. The moment that happened, she felt a strong impact on her back.

—A stone?

“Alfred-sama! Please escape!” (??)

By the time she heard that voice, her finger did not stop, and the pistol was fired. The loud bang echoed, and Angie’s left hand shot up. The aim, which had been on Alfred’s mask, shifted to his right chest. It didn’t penetrate. The sturdy chest armor only dented deeply, but the bullet didn’t pass through. However, the shock caused Alfred to stagger in the saddle, and he began to fall off his horse.

Following that, for some reason, Angelica’s right hand was forcefully pulled. The hand that should have been holding the reins was instead holding the pistol. She hurriedly threw the pistol away and tried to grab the reins, but her reaching hand sliced through the air. She had fallen off the horse. By the time she realized it, everything was too late, and the next moment, the shock of hitting the ground pierced her body.

—

Good quality armor must have absorbed the shock, as Angie was able to avoid losing consciousness. She quickly rose up on her elbows and looked at Alfred. Alfred was gripping the broad sword that Angie had let go of, now smashed into two pieces, with his fist.

Had he been pulled by that?

Alfred, with his eyes bloodshot behind the mask, tried to rise by thrusting his sword into the ground. However, it seemed that his chest had been broken by the impact, and he could not rise properly. He had fallen off the horse. Looking at the horse, it had already abandoned its master and moved away. It was a new horse, purchased only half a year ago after losing her previous beloved horse on the battlefield. But…

This was a surprise attack. In terms of our fighting strength, we were at a great disadvantage. I was going to deal a powerful blow to the enemy army, then run away like a rabbit. That was my plan, but I fell off my horse and it ran away. Now I can’t run away.

She looked around. There were few allies, and they had gotten caught up in the melee. The cries of battle drowned out any call for help. At this point, she had no choice but to take down Alfred, even if it meant a mutual kill. However, Angelica had already lost both her sword and her handgun. She needed to pull the sword from Alfred’s torn hand and deliver the finishing blow with it.

” Angelica—how good of you to appear before me, I praise you.” (Alfred)

Alfred, seemingly indifferent to the fact that his hand was torn, looked at Angelica. Gradually, as if regaining strength, despite wearing heavy armor, he began to rise slowly, using the sword stabbed into the ground as a staff.

The sword… I must quickly take my sword.

Angelica approached Alfred unarmed, then dove to the side and grabbed the sword hanging from his torn hand. She twisted her body right there, adding momentum to sweep the sword. Alfred blocked with his own sword, and the two swords clashed.

“Kill yourself here! If you do, I’ll spare you the torment!” (Alfred)

“—You madman! Killing your brother, killing your younger brother, killing your wife, what do you want to do? You send your whole family to the grave, planning to die alone! You cursed child who tries to extinguish the sacred blood of Sacrament! You’re unfit to be king!” (Angelica)

“You talk too much, you slut!” (Alfred)

At Alfred’s shout, Angelica’s body was forced back as if she had been struck. He used all his strength to push her back. Originally, there was a difference in weight and strength between men and women. On top of that, the weight of the armor made it impossible to win in a battle of strength.

However… I can’t lose. If I don’t kill them quickly, I’ll be surrounded.

As Angie thought that, an unfamiliar arm reached from under her armpit. A hand, wearing leather armor, grabbed her from both sides, trapping her.

“What—!” (Angelica)

“Alfred-sama! Please finish her off!” (??)

“—Well done.” (Alfred)

Alfred spoke eerily calmly, and held his sword at his hip, bracing the hilt on his hip and intending to use his body weight to stab the sword through.

“Let go!” (Angelica)

Angie struggled to break free from the grip, but…

“Die!” (Alfred)

Not waiting quietly, Alfred rushed forward.

At the moment she was about to be pierced, she instinctively squeezed her eyes shut. Then, she waited for the moment the blade would enter her body, but it didn’t happen, not even after two or three seconds.

“Princess!” (Veteran Knight)

She heard a voice. When she opened her eyes, the veteran knight, who had been with her during the attack, was there. His horse kicked Alfred down, and the spear pierced the man holding Angie from behind deeply.

The knight, with dignity, removed his hand from the spear still embedded in the man he had killed.

“Grab on!” (Veteran Knight)

He stretched out his free hand.

“Ah!” (Angelica)

When Angie grabbed his hand, she was pulled up strongly and was able to mount the horse. However, there was no one to support her back.

“You—! What are you doing—!” (Angelica)

The knight removed his foot from the stirrup and jumped off the horse in place of Angie.

“Even if it’s my prized steed, two people in armor is too heavy.” (Veteran Knight)

Stepping on the shoulder of the man he had just killed, the knight pulled out the spear.

“I will deal with him. Princess, go.” (Veteran Knight)

“But—!” (Angelica)

“Do not look back! This is my show. I will add some flair to the bard’s song.” (Veteran Knight)

After a few seconds of hesitation, Angie urged her horse forward.

“I’m sorry—I’m sorry!” (Angelica)

She shouted, and when she glanced back, she saw enemy soldiers surrounding the knight at the edge of her vision.

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