The Strongest Dull Prince’s Secret Battle for the Throne

Chapter 519

Chapter 519: Recovering Morale

Several days later.

Marcel, who had been summoned from the capital, was sighing at the low morale of the troops.

"Why can't these fools choose to do nothing?"

The Duke of Pastore had ordered Marcel, who had wanted to accompany him, to stay behind. As a last-ditch strategy, he warned the enemy that reinforcements would surely come, but it was all in vain.

He had cautioned the enemy not to rush. If they could deal with the reinforcements first, there wouldn't be a problem. But they hurried and forced a confrontation.

As a result, morale dropped, and they lost the siege weapons.

They could lay a siege with time, but the opponent's aim was to stall. Eventually, the army from the border with Rondine would likely reclaim their territory.

"We must first restore the lost morale. Lizette."

"Yes, sir!"

"Lead about a hundred elites and launch a surprise attack on the enemy's reinforcements."

"Understood. Do we also need the enemy commander's head?"

"There's no need to inflict a major blow. Just break through the enemy lines in a way that the entire army can see. That's all."

"But wouldn't morale rise more if we have the enemy commander's head?"

"The head of a frontier noble has little value. It would be more problematic if you attract attention to yourself. There are skilled individuals around Arnold. If they perceive danger, they will likely direct their efforts towards you."

"I'll beat them, whether they're the captain of the imperial guards or not."

"We can discuss that another time. Understood?"

"Yes."

Though slightly dissatisfied, Lizette nodded.

Watching her, Marcel put on a wry smile and stepped forward. Then, he commanded the entire army to launch an attack with arrows.

Without siege weapons, the only option to attack the fort is to use ladders. But that would require bloodshed. Even if it's a weak fort, even if there are only a thousand soldiers.

Those who go to the front lines spill the necessary blood.

That's why morale needed to be restored.

The long-range attack with arrows.

Against this, the fort was powerless.

Without giving them time to retaliate, arrows were continually fired into the fort.

The sight brought back confidence to the soldiers.

No matter what, the enemy is outnumbered, and they are in the majority.

But the other side wasn't just taking hits.

Their unique Dragon Knight was about to launch an attack from the sky.

However, that was prevented by three Griffin Knights.

Unlike when they were ambushed in the capital.

Only Fin and Nova were reflected in the Griffin Knights' eyes.

Coordinated attacks by three knights.

They took this action because they acknowledged their strength.

They wouldn't dare to underestimate a single knight.

The strongest imperial guard squad, and the captain who is a Dragon Knight.

Knowing this, they knew how to fight.

Not even the Griffin Knights were arrogant enough to think they could win in a one-on-one challenge.

Above all, they couldn't afford to make a fool of themselves in front of the master they serve.

To keep Fin and Nova from breaking free, they exerted all their strength.

As a result, Fin and Nova had no choice but to focus on the three knights.

Then there's no one to stop the arrows.

An endless rain of arrows.

There seemed to be confusion on the fort side as well.

"They're probably waiting to bring it to close quarters combat quickly, right?"

Marcel muttered.

There was no movement from the fort.

Long-range attacks with bows and arrows are a common tactic.

Probably the lack of resistance is because they know they can't defend against it.

So they hide their faces and endure because they know that the enemy has to bring it to close quarters combat to take the fort.

"I can control the reins of the fort soldiers, but what about the soldiers in other places?"

A bit away, the frontier nobility's army was encamped.

There was starting to be a hustle and bustle there.

The Dragon Knight, their last hope, was being restrained, and it seemed like the fort was in a pinch.

But the orders were probably to stand by.

Conflict must be arising there.

Those who wanted to charge on horseback. Those trying to restrain them.

The formation was disturbed.

Without missing that opportunity, Lizette's cavalry launched an assault on the frontier noble army.

A surprise attack from the rear.

And their attention was to the front.

Caught off guard, the frontier nobility army was thrown into confusion and couldn't respond appropriately.

In the meantime, Lizette's cavalry continued to break through their lines.

Along the way, several knights attempted to block them, but Lizette casually swung her sword to bring them down.

The flag of Count Pinto came into Lizette's view.

Count Pinto was likely there.

That was enough for a souvenir.

But remembering the reprimand, Lizette reluctantly averted her gaze.

"I don't want to get scolded..."

But it felt wasteful.

It wouldn't take much time.

Even so, Lizette just broke through the frontier noble army's lines.

She didn't want to disrupt Marcel's plan by doing anything unnecessary.

In front of Lizette, who was thinking such thoughts, something blocked her way.

Small.

When she tilted her head in question, the tip of a spear was looming in front of Lizette's eyes.

Without panicking, she diverted its course with her sword to dodge.

"You're not bad, miss."

"...A bear?"

"Isn't it cute?"

Seig, who was riding on the horse's head, confronted Lizette.

The distance was close.

Lizette was the first to make a move.

She swung her sword, trying to knock Seig down.

In response, Seig jumped and thrust his spear.

"Rude. What would you do if my cute looks became gross?"

"I don't particularly find you cute."

"Seriously!? Women in the kingdom are strange!"

A combat atop their horses.

Seig tried to throw Lizette off balance by leaping forward and backward, but Lizette dealt with it all. Lizette's sword gradually moved closer to Seig.

"Tough one!!"

"You're not bad yourself."

"This is hurting!"

With that, Seig unleashed a full-bodied thrust, but Lizette received it with her sword.

At the same time, she grabbed Seig's body with one hand and threw him backward.

"Whoa!!??"

"I was told not to bother with trophies, so I'll let you go."

"Well, thanks a lot!"

Seig, who had landed on the ground, sighed as he watched Lizette leave.

If there was an attack, it would be the elites.

They were told if they could take down the leader, then they should.

However, the opponent was stronger than expected.

"Oh boy... the enemy has a strong woman too."

While thinking about how he would make an excuse, Seig returned to the camp.

As a result of Lizette's breakthrough, the morale of the Duke's army had been restored.

The illusion of the enemy's strength was gone.

"First one... The remaining obstacle is..."

"Ambassador, the Duke is calling for you."

"I'll go right away."

There was no time.

However, it wasn't an opponent he could win against in haste.

He could only convince himself that he had to slowly crush each element of uncertainty, Marcel thought as he turned on his heel.

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