As time passed, Beatrice slowly but surely made her way through the forest, but as she did so, she noticed a peculiar trend that was happening.
The closer Beatrice got to her goal, and the border between the Lyon and Nawen Kingdoms, the fewer animals and wildlife in general she saw.
At the same time, more and more of those animals seemed to be fleeing from that direction, causing a certain thought to emerge in Beatrice's mind.
'The war already erupted? It's only been seven months, this is earlier than I expected,' thought Beatrice as she jumped over a fallen tree.
Of course, as she could not be completely certain that the war had erupted, Beatrice did not jump to conclusions, merely keeping that thought in the back of her mind.
After all, this was something that was worth keeping an eye on.
Suddenly, just as Beatrice was thinking about this, she noticed a few figures in the distance, causing her to slightly narrow her eyes.
"So the war has already begun, although that's a bit unexpected, it could be beneficial," mumbled Beatrice as she looked at the over a dozen Nawenese soldiers which were being chased.
Without any sign or notice, the fleeing troops suddenly fell to the ground, as Beatrice disappeared, not wanting to spend time bothered by soldiers from the Lyon kingdom.
The reason Beatrice had decided to interfere in this particular battle was very simple, effort.
As it was extremely trivial for her to kill a dozen normal people, who were not even Knight Apprentices, to help the Kingdom in which her family was situated in, Beatrice did so.
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As time passed, and she got closer and closer to the border, Beatrice encountered more and more battles.
Although not all these battles were so one-sided, as in some of them, the Nawenese troops did have the upper hand, overall, it looked as though the Lyon Kingdom had just won a great victory, causing Beatrice to slightly frown.
'The Nawan Kingdom shouldn't be this weak, based on its strength from seven months ago, the chances of the Lyon Kingdom winning the war so soon after it began were slim, so what happened, did the Aepheovionans attack the Nawen Kingdom from the north?' thought Beatrice as she passed by a rather large battle, in which over five hundred Leonese soldiers were battling a similar amount of Nawenese soldiers.
"I shouldn't spend so much effort thinking about this, I can check things out after I get back to the Lyon Kingdom," mumbled Beatrice as she ignored the battle and continued moving towards her destination at a fast speed.
After all, seeing things with your own eyes will always be better than pure speculation.
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Staring at the over ten thousand troops that populated a wide open plain, with only roughly 3 thousand of them being from the Kingdom of Nawen, Beatrice looked faintly surprised.
"This is even more crushing than I expected," mumbled Beatrice as she watched the battle unfold, when suddenly, a weird feeling emerged inside of her.
Only a few moments after that feeling first emerged, Beatrice suddenly began surveying the battlefield, finding it after only around half a minute.
Although this army from the Kingdom of Lyon was technically one single army, in actuality, it was a mostly a combination of troops from the various vassals of the Kingdom of Lyon, most of which still lead their own troops.
Looking at her father, who was leading around five hundred troops, fighting on the edge of the battlefield, a faint frown appeared on Beatrice's face.
'With you here, not helping would indeed be a bit rude,' thought Beatrice as she suddenly sunk into the shadows, disappearing from the tree she was formerly standing on.
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Looking at the man standing in front of him, currently bleeding as he stared at him, a faint frown appeared on Renald's face.
'A Royal Knight, this could be somewhat dangerous,' thought Renald as he looked at the middle-aged man who was blocking the path of him and his troops, shielding his own soldiers from Renald.
Without any hesitation, Renald suddenly leaped towards the man, slashing his sword at him using one arm with force far beyond that possible for the average person to create even with both hands available.
Using his left hand, which was free, Renald used his steel glove to deflect three different arrows which would have otherwise hit him had he not done that.
And after only a moment, Renald landed, his sword smashing into the sword of his opponent as his soldiers followed him from behind, smashing sideways into the over two thousand Nawenese soldiers present on this portion of the battlefield.
Just as Renald was preparing for a long-drawn-out battle against this worthy foe, his eyes suddenly glistened, as he suddenly, and without any warning, stabbed his opponent.
Seeing this, Renald's opponent easily blocked the predictable stab, before suddenly widening his eyes and moving his head to the side, dodging an arrow that would have otherwise stabbed him right in the neck.
This was all that Renald needed, as he then suddenly struck once again, his sword cutting through the metal armour of his opponent, straight through the latter's chest.
After being slowed by this damage, the opponent finally stood no chance, as Renald let out a few final attacks, causing his opponent to finally grit his teeth and run away.
Rather than running after his opponent, and perhaps into a trap, Renald suddenly began running toward his own troops, who already had a large advantage, having helped take some of the burden away from the main Leonese arms.
Suffice to say, now being faced with a Royal Knight, after the several Grand Knights present in the troops had no chance at resisting.
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Looking at the scene below her from above, Beatrice, who was sitting on a tree even closer to the battlefield, had a faint smile on her face.
"This should be enough," mumbled Beatrice as she threw the remaining arrows she had stolen to the ground.