Ran jumped up from her seat.
"He declared a territorial war? Marquis Cameron? Now?"
"Yes, it is. It's so..."
"No, I'm coming down now."
Ran hurried out of the office. When I went to the first drawing room, I stood with a face taken away by the post- Cameron messenger.
"War territory?"
When asked by Ran, the messenger stretched out his parchment.
"On the third day of Ardunwol's water walk, the great and brave Marquis of Cameron shall announce his honor to the Duchess of Lazia, who has no idea of her place."
Ran gritted her teeth.
Does the fact that the notice has arrived mean that the Emperor has approved the work?
Then Blaine said quietly.
"It's not a notice."
"What?"
Ran looked back at him with a quick glance. Blaine's brown eyes were blazing.
"Pre-packaging."
Ran swallowed for a moment and looked back at the messenger and said,
"So, is there a Marquis' soldier in the Lazia estate now?"
The messenger replied, "I informed the Duchess of Lazia, of course." Ran clenched her fist tightly. Her green eyes sparkled.
"Yeah, because we're at war, so we can get the messenger and cut his throat, right?"
The messenger's face turned pale. Ran chewed out.
"Get out of here before I do that."
The messenger greeted his butt like it was on fire and ran away. Ran squinted her eyes.
"Pre-packaging? But the Battle of territory must be authorized by the Emperor-"
Ran bit her lips.
"Then the war has begun. Is there a chance of winning if we play a zero match? I brought all the men of the Blue Knights."
I bit my lips so hard that my lips burst and blood flowed, but Ran couldn't even feel it.
War.
It's War.
"What should I do?"
Eustaf is only 18.
Ran closed her eyes tightly.
"I can't believe there's a fight in Lazia this season."
Blaine had a bewildered face, too. The capital city, it was a weather that could be said that there was a spring wind now, but Lazia was not yet.
"Shouldn't we go back?"
"I'll be too late even if we get back."
Ran groaned at Blaine's words.
"Trust Mr. Eustaf."
"But."
Ran stamped her feet. I wanted to enter the Marquis of Cameron right away.
But now the battle has begun, and there is nothing she can do.
'Spirit·····.'
Know the name of the Spirit.
If you know the name, you can order it. However, the aftermath was not certain. Let's say you're in the spirit of the command. What will the truth do with the unpleasant spirit?
I don't know what to do.
But if you try to make a deal, they might ask for something really ridiculous. Because they're spirits.
"Send a lion to Lazia right away. I'll gather information as fast as I can."
Blaine nodded at Ran's words. If Lazia was really in danger, I had no choice but to use the spirit as a last resort.
Ran prayed earnestly that it would not happen.
*******
Eustaf smiled. The blue eyes shone like a light blade.
"It's a territorial battle."
Ross, who was standing next to him, swallowed his saliva with a voice that seemed to express his joy. The Knights of Blue flame were now armed and standing on a mountain path.
"I never thought there would be a fool coming into Lazia this season."
That's what Eustaf said and opened his eyes wide.
"Thanks to you, the damage to the people of territory is severe. In the case of territory war, looting toward territory people goes too far."
Ross said with an angry face.
The winter in Lazia is severe. To overcome its severity, Marquis Cameron's soldiers were mercilessly robbing Commoner's house. Being deprived of food in winter was like being killed. He often destroyed furniture and houses at random to make fires.
When the house was taken away and the whole family was evacuated in the middle of winter, casualties continued.
"In my Lazia."
Eustaf said so and opened his eyes wide. Soldiers were seen running long down the mountain.
It was moving at random speed. People slowed down from the front, and the valley was filled with soldiers. The reason was simple. The valley's path is dusty soil, so it used to be a cold mud pearl at this time of year.
'So it's the fastest way, but it's not used.'
Lured this way was the answer.
'I can't believe you don't even do a basic investigation.'
How much did he think that Lazia was easy?
Yeah, she's a woman who goes, and she's only 20 years old. Since such a Patriarch led the Knights to the capital, he must have thought that the remaining people were an 18- year-old boy and a knight.
You would have believed that you could fight and win easily. There is also a calculation that Eustaf will not be able to use blue flame because it is not yet Patriarch.
"Arrows."
Soldiers gathered at Eustaf's word pulled their arrows in unison. I heard a squeak and tight pull of the bow.
"Launch."
Pipiping-
Sharp sounds were heard at the same time, and arrow rain poured down on the soldiers below. I quickly saw soldiers scrambling with screams.
They were soldiers caught in a statue, and their hands were all folded up while walking on mud in the cold.
He couldn't resist much and quickly fell down with his form disorganized.
Eustaf lowered the helm window. The rain of arrows from both sides of the valley continued until the barrel of the arrow was emptied. And when the rain of the arrows ended, the knights screamed and began to charge down.
Horses were wearing special horse shoes that were easy to move in the mud.
It was a one-sided massacre.
The knights of the Marquis, who were riding horses, eventually abandoned their horses and pulled out the sword. At that time, a driver took off his helmet and shouted.
"Eustaf Laban de Lazia! I'm asking you for a duel!"
Eustaf turned his horse around there. Looking at the tunic on the opponent's armor, he seemed to be a commander.
Eustaf pulled out a spear that pierced the soldier. Steam gushed out from the blood flowing through the windowpane.
It was a force that was not thought to be the strength of an 18-year-old.
It is not easy to penetrate a person, but it is much more difficult to extract penetrated windows from a rigid body.
'I can't believe you took off your helm during the battle.'
Eustaf said briefly, shedding blood from the window.
"Crazy guy."
The knights burst into laughter at the words. The commander's face turned into red.
"There's no way I can humiliate a knight like this on the battlefield!"
Eustaf looked down at the commander, silenced by the words. The black horse he was riding emitted white seaweed.
A long breath leaked between Eustaf closed helm.
The commander flinched without realizing it and stepped back.
"All right."
"Lord!"
Ross called Eustaf in embarrassment. What do you mean by one-on-one duel, you can just spear him to death?
"Bite back."
Eustaf said so and came down from the horse. He pulled out a sword with a blood-soaked window stuck in the floor.
The eldest son of Marquis Cameron, who requested a duel, swallowed his saliva. Seeing Eustaf from the horse, I thought it was worth it. He looked tall when he was on the horse, but when he came down, he saw a slender boy.
He was similar in height to himself, but he would not be able to follow him from experience.
"I'm Agol von Cameron, the eldest son of the Marquis of Cameron."
"Eustaf."
Eustaf just answered and clapped his hands as if to come. Agol clenched his teeth and swung the sword at the load.
Yeah, maybe you're winning now, but not in a duel!
It was not usually bold to find a way to live by applying for a duel without surrendering even after being so on the defensive.
But.
'Why do they think it's bold to let your guard down.'
Eustaf thought so and took Agol's sword. The sword slipped and avoided coming toward Eustaf's neck, and he slipped his feet all the way out and held out the sword.
It was a possible step in the mud pearl. In an instant, Agol swallowed his saliva when the sharp sword tip reached in front of his throat. He said, dropping the sword.
"Lost."
"Right"
Even after answering, Eustaf did not lower his sword. No way, Agol's eyes shook.
"Now that it has become less territorial, it does not harm the captured aristocracy."
Eustaf murmured as if he were giving a small talk. It was literally.
In a fight, nobles only take each other prisoner and do not hurt each other.
It was obvious.
I don't want to die even if I lose. Therefore, it was an implicit rule not to kill each other, but to treat each other as prisoners and receive compensation.
Besides, is there a territorial battle once every 10 years these days? Even if there was one, it was more like a fight than a real sword.
Therefore, it has been a long time since we sent a declaration letter, not a notice box, and came to territory by taking over Commoners.
"Well, well yes. Agol von Cameron is the eldest son of the Marquis, and treated me fairly as a prisoner"
When the tip of Eustaf's sword fell off his throat, Agol breathed a sigh of relief without realizing it. But that was the last breath.
Eustaf swung the sword across. It was not until his head fell to the ground that he did not understand the situation that his body slowly collapsed.
Eustaf said coldly to the body.
"But this is my Lazia."
Blood poured out of the decapitated body. Marquis Cameron's soldiers, who were looking at it, all threw weapons, boiled their knees and begged for mercy. It was the same with the remaining soldiers.
"If you've thought of killing, think of being killed."
Eustaf said so and slapped the rolling head lightly with his toes.
He kicked his tongue as he recalled the burning house, the bodies of Commoners, and the howlers.
"Let's clean up."
He climbed onto the horse saying so. Soon, cheers rang out.
"Hooray! Lazia, hooray! Eustaf, hurray!"
"Shake off blue flame!"
Ross smiled happily and said to Eustaf.
"Please raise your hand."
Eustaf took off his helm. Black hair and blue eyes. His voice grew again because of his appearance. It is a great pride that the person who serves is handsome even if it is one way or another.
When Eustaf raised his hand, the soldiers shouted at the top of their voices. The same was true of the Knights of blue flame.
When the first territorial battle began, the morale of the Knights was not high. It was because Blaine, the leader, was not there, and most of all, the skilled left together to escort the patriarch.
It was also doubtful that Eustaf ordered to change the way around and turn it on. I wondered if I could win by doing such a small thing.
However, when he tasted the sweetness of victory, the joy turned into respect for Eustaf.
The roar lasted for a long time.