Chapter 611 - v3c376Maynild’s Journey(1)
Maynild’s Journey(1)
Fort Bunuo stood high on a desolate land, its looming silhouette outlined every time lightning strikes down from the clouds.
It looked down upon the grim battlefield and the approaching curtain call of the gruesome war that took place in it. The human armies kept on retreating from all directions. Incapacitated soldiers could only wait for death amongst piles of corpses, the red-hot fireworks in the sky served as the final shine in their eyes before growing lifeless.
The sky and earth were arched, not a single place in the battlefield was not in ruins Broken weapons, armor, and tattered flags overlapped with the cold corpses of the guards and soldiers that died namelessly. It painted a wretched, apocalyptic scene.
Even the clouds turned scarlet, and the lightning was like a coiled thorn in its path, occasionally lighting up the world, presenting it in its truest and most horrific form to the eyes of the allied human forces.
From the vicinity of the village of Medao to the very edge of the forest, there were fleeing defenders everywhere, the scene of people in the gray background looked like a true portrait of a lost war, the last moment of despair. The female knight guarded behind a virgin wall, observing the situation outside through a gap in the battlements, the Devils’ onslaught seemingly launched from the horizon. Red fireballs trailed long-tail flames across the battlefield, searing the image of those ugly creatures in her eyes.
She pressed one hand to the black walls, which were covered with cracks and blood that spread from the watermarks. The bodies of the Royal Cavalry Academy’s students were neatly arranged in rows as if to maintain whatever was left of their decency, but it could not change the fact that all that was left were their lifeless bodies.
Freya let out a soft ‘ah’ as she stared at the cold Maynild. The sense of maturity seemed to suddenly disintegrate and she was back to being the goofy young girl from the countryside of Bucce.
“Didn’t you hear? Why don’t you hurry up and get ready?” Maynild frowned and asked impatiently.
“B-b-but……” Freya asked incredulously as she thought she must have misheard her.
“Do you really want to be responsible for this?” Maynild could not help but find it funny, “Soldier, you don’t have that right yet. Who do you think you are? Will Archbishop Wood obey you?”
“But…Lord Marquis?” She could not help but look at Marquis Balta on the side.
The current head of the White Lion Legion did not answer, he just wiped his bloody forehead with his hand and shook his head. “Do you think you’re the only one who’s not happy, little girl?”
“Thank you for giving me the opportunity.”
He stared at the sky, with his eyes reflecting the crimson flames, and he murmured a reply. At that moment Marquis Balta seemed to see that flag and he smiled slightly.
Aouine may need to do more than just ensuring their survival.
There was something more important.
Something worth guarding.
And there may come a time where the White Lions made their own mistakes…