On horseback, King Conrad rode alongside his trusted commanders—Corrado, Enrico, Ventimiglia, and other esteemed counts. As they observed the battlefield, Ventimiglia pointed out a curious sight ''Your majesty look over the wall , the defenders seemed to be cheering ''
Ventimiglia gestured toward the city, and Conradin's keen eyes followed the direction. The king's lips curved into a light chuckle, a wry amusement at the premature celebration unfolding within the city walls. Despite the chaos of battle, the unexpected turn of events added a touch of irony to the unfolding siege.
King Conradin, his eyes fixed on the looming city walls, turned in his saddle to address Rashid, the head engineer . The air was charged with anticipation as Conradin's deep voice resonated across the field of war.
"Rashid," he called out, his tone carrying both authority and expectation, "is it ready?"
