Chapter 130
Officially, it was Philip, the scion of the Count’s house, who guarded the rear fortress Felix. The Count’s banner fluttering atop the fortress proved it, and the knights clad in unmistakable mithril armor were there.
And the House of Lancaster knew they had already suffered devastating losses at the hands of the ‘Black Prince’.
The night deepened, and movements began in the darkness.
In this world, the value of knights lies far beyond mere cavalry charges on horseback. They are beings who transcend the limitations of flesh through aura. When they move under cover of night’s darkness with the purpose of ‘siege,’ the true value of knights is closer to that of a multi-purpose special forces unit. A small, elite force that infiltrates the enemy’s rear through flanking maneuvers to execute operations.
The unit of Rose Cross Knights stationed there was no exception.
Knights of the Rose Cross, having shed their armor and concealed their identities beneath hoods, hoisted siege hooks along the fortress walls. Shadows began racing up the stone walls.
Thud!
Defying gravity, they leapt lightly onto the fortress walls, relying on a single grappling hook.
“Oh my, you must be working hard, sneaking around in the dead of night.”
It was then. No sooner had they crossed the wall than a silhouette blocked the knights’ path, as if waiting for them.
There was no time to even guess at the man’s identity. In a way, that was truly fortunate.
