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Ran jumped up from her seat.
“Declared a territorial war? Marquis Cameron? Now?”
“Yes, well, I mean -”
“No, I’m going down now.”
Ran hurried out of the office. When Ran arrived at the first drawing room, the messenger of Marquis Cameron was standing there with a stiff face.
“A territorial war?”
When asked by Ran, the messenger unfolded the parchment.
“On the third watering day of the month of Ardune, the great and valiant Marquis Cameron announces an honorable war against the Head of Lachia, who does not know her place.”
Ran gritted her teeth.
Does that mean the Emperor approved this?
Then Blaine spoke quietly.
“It’s not a notice.”
Ran stared back at him. Blaine’s brown eyes were blazing.
“It’s a declaration.”
Ran held her breath for a moment and couldn’t even feel the messenger.
It’s a war.
“What should I do?”
Yustaf is only eighteen.
Ran closed her eyes tightly.
“To start a fight in Lachia in this season.”
Blaine also had a grim face. The capital city was now experiencing a spring breeze, but Lazia was the complete opposite.
“So are the soldiers enlisted by the Marquis at the Lachia estate now?”
The messenger replied, “Since I have informed the Duke of Lachia, of course.”
Ran clenched her fists. There was a spark in her green eyes.
“So, since we’re at war, we can take the messenger and slit his throat, right?”
PR/N: :kek: do it ψ( ` ∇ ´ )ψ
The messenger’s face turned pale at that moment. Ran spat out as like had chewed something horrible.
“Before I do that, get out of here.”
The messenger greeted her like his butt was on fire and ran away. Ran’s eyes narrowed.
“Was it a formal declaration? But a territorial war requires the Emperor’s permission-”
Ran bit her lip.
“That means the war has begun now. Do you think there’s a chance of winning the territorial war? I brought all the elite Knights of the Blue Flame with me.”
Ran bit my lips so hard that they burst and were bleeding, but Ran ignored it.
“Shouldn’t we go back?”
“It’ll be too late even if we go back.”
At Blaine’s words, Ran groaned.
“Trust Lord Yustaf.”
Ran stamped her feet. Ran wanted to head to Marquis Cameron’s house right away.
But now the battle has begun, and there’s nothing she can do about it..
Ran knows the name of the spirit.
If you know the name, you can command it. But the aftermath was not certain. Let’s just say that the Spirit follows the command. What would the spirits who are not happy about it do?
Ran didn’t know what to do.
But if she tries to make a deal, they might ask for something really ridiculous. Because they are Spirits.
“Send a messenger to Lachia now. We’ll gather information as soon as possible.”
Blaine nodded at Ran’s words. Indeed, if Lachia was in danger, Ran had no choice but to use the Spirit as a last resort.
Ran earnestly prayed that it would not happen.
Yustaf had a smile on his face. His blue eyes gave off a sharp blade like light.
“It’s a territorial war.”
Ross, who was standing next to him, swallowed his saliva at the voice that seemed to contain joy.
The Knights of the Blue Flame were now standing on the mountain path, armed.
“I didn’t expect them to be this foolish to invade Lachia during this season.”
Yustaf squinted, saying so.
“Thanks to this, the damage to the people and land is severe. Their looting from the people of the territory is going too far.”
Ross said with a look of indignation.
Winter in Lachia is harsh. To overcome that rigour, Marquis Cameron’s soldiers were relentlessly plundering the houses of the people of the territory. Being deprived of food in winter was nothing short of life-threatening. In order to make a fire, furniture and houses were often destroyed at random.
While families fled in the middle of winter due to the loss of their homes, casualties continued.
“In my Lachia.”
Yustaf said so and squinted. A long line of soldiers were seen down the mountain.
It was moving at a slow speed. People slowed down from the front, and the valley was packed with soldiers.
The reason was simple. The path in this valley is filled with dusty soil that freezes over at this time of year until it’s cold, muddy, and slippery.
‘So it’s the fastest way, but it’s not used.’
The best solution was to lure them this way.
‘I can’t believe you didn’t even do such a basic investigation.’
How merciful did they think Lachia was?
Yeah, the new head is a woman and she’s only 20 years old. Since the head led the elite knights up to the capital, they would have thought that the remaining people were just an 18-year-old boy and a regular knights division.
They would have believed that they could easily fight and win. Since Yustaf is not the head, they could have calculated that he couldn’t use the Blue Flame
The soldiers that were gathered at Yustaf’s horse pulled their bows in unison. The sound of squeaking and strings being pulled tight could be heard.
A sharp sound was heard at the same time, and a rain of arrows poured down on the soldiers below. Soon there were screams and scurrying soldiers.
They were soldiers who suffered from frostbite with their hands all curled up while walking on the muddy ice in the cold.
They could not resist much and were quickly seen falling down in a disarray.
Yustaf lowered his helmet. The rain of arrows pouring from both sides of the valley continued until the arrow barrels were emptied. And when the rain of arrows was over, the knights began to charge down with shouts.
The horses were wearing special horseshoes that made it easy for them to move in the mud.
It was a one-sided massacre.
Marquis’ knights eventually abandoned their horses and pulled out their swords. At that time, a knight took off his helmet and shouted.
“Yustaf Raban de Lachia! I’m challenging you to a duel!”
Yustaf turned his horse’s head towards him and spoke briefly while wiping the blood from a spear.
The knights burst into laughter at his words. The commander’s face turned red at the loud laughter.
“How dare you insult a knight on the battlefield like this!”
Yustaf looked down at the commander in silence. The black horse he was riding gave off a puff of white steam. He stood taller while peering down between his helmet. Looking at the tunic on the opponent’s armor, he seemed to be a commander.
Yustaf pulled out a spear that had pierced a soldier. Steam gushed out of the blood flowing onto the spear
It was not considered the strength of an 18-year-old.
It’s not easy to penetrate a person, but it’s much harder to pull a spear out of a rigid body.
‘You threw off your helmet in battle.’
Yustaf let out a sigh.
The commander winced and stepped back unconsciously.
Ross was embarrassed and called Yustaf.
‘What kind of one-on-one duel would you have if you just stabbed him to death?’
Yustaf said, and came down from his horse. He stuck the blood-soaked spear in the ground and pulled out his sword.
Marquis Cameron’s eldest son, who sought a duel, swallowed his saliva. When he saw Yustaf coming down from the horse, he thought it was worth it. He looked big when he was on the horse, but when he came down, he looked like a slender boy.
He was about the same height as the Marquis’s son, but he would not be able to follow him in experience.
“I am Argol von Cameron, the eldest son of the Marquis of Cameron.”
Leaving it at that, Yustaf waves his hand as if to say ‘come’. Argol clenched his teeth and swung his sword in the face of Yustaf’s arrogance.
’Yes, you may be winning now, but not in a duel!’
It’s not unusual to try to find a way to live by boldly asking for a duel when pushed to the defensive, without having to surrender.
‘Why do they think it’s bold to let one’s guard down?’
Yustaf thought so and took Argol’s sword. The sword slid and slipped passed Yustaf’s neck, while Yustaf slid his foot forward and held out his sword.
It was a possible step in the slippery mud. In an instant, Argol swallowed his saliva when a sharp sword tip touched the front of his Adam’s apple. He said, dropping his sword.
Even after answering, Yustaf did not lower his sword tip. Argol’s eyes shook, ‘No way’.
“Come to think of it, these days, while the battles between territories are rare, they don’t harm the captured nobles.”
Yustaf murmured as if he were handing over small talk. As he said.
In a fight, the nobles take each other prisoner and do not harm each other.
Of course, that was natural.
They didn’t want to die even if they lost. Therefore, it was an implicit rule not to kill each other, but to treat each other as prisoners and receive compensation.
Besides, have there been any territorial battles for the last 10 years? Even if there were, it was more of a momentary fight than actually clashing swords.
So it’s been a long time since we sent a declaration, not a notice, and came in by robbing the people of the Duchy.
“Yes, I, Argol von Cameron, am the eldest son of the Marquis, and I must be given proper treatment as a prisoner-”
Argol unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief as the tip of Yustaf’s sword fell from his Adam’s apple. But that was his last breath. Yustaf swung his sword sideways.
It wasn’t until his head fell to the ground that he understood the situation as his body slowly collapsed.
Yustaf spoke coldly to the body.
“But this is my Lachia.”
Blood gushed out of the decapitated body. Marquis Cameron’s soldiers, who were looking at it, threw down their weapons and knelt asking for mercy. It was the same for the rest of the knights.
“If you’ve killed, you must be prepared to be killed.”
Yustaf said so and tapped lightly on the rolling head.
He clicked his tongue, recalling the burning houses, dead bodies and the painful howling of his people.
“Let’s sort it out.”
He got on the horse saying so. Soon there was a shout of joy.
“Hooray, Lachia! Hooray for Yustaf!”
“Get rid of the vermin!”
Ross smiled with delight and said to Yustaf.
“Please raise your hand.”
Yustaf took off his helmet. Black hair and blue eyes. The voices grew louder again with his exposed appearance. It brought great pride if the person you’re serving is handsome no matter what.
PR/N: I also want to serve him (ી(΄◞ิ౪◟ิ‵)ʃ)♥ (〃▽〃)
TL/N: I’m his wife so does that mean you’re serving me too 🥸🐇
QC/N : All hail lord yustaf.
Soldiers shouted at the top of their lungs as Yustaf raised his hand. The same was true of the Knights of Blue Flame.
At the beginning of the battle, the morale of the knights was not high. It was because their leader, Blaine, was not there and above all, the elites left together to escort the head.
They were also suspicious that Yustaf would change his mind and order them to turn around. They were wondering if they could win by doing this.
But when they tasted the sweetness of victory, the joy turned into respect for Yustaf.
The shouts continued for a long time.
 More like an Official Announcement than information.
 She’s so shocked that it seems like her surrounding are disappearing so that’s why she can’t sense the messenger there anymore