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"Fire!"

With Miguel’s cold voice echoing in the siege area, hundreds of cannons fired simultaneously, breaching the great walls of the Capital.

As the fiery stones were hurled toward the city, thousands of people tried to flee towards the center. Noble carriages trampled over people while some children lay in the streets as if accepting their fate.

"Boom!"

The stones piercing through New Camelot’s magical barrier fell to the ground, causing tremors and explosions in the streets. Blood had now clouded the vision.

Neither Alfred cared about their situation, nor were the Royal supporters willing to surrender.

This was the bitter reality of the war. The dead were not the children of nobles but the children of the poor...

As the Sun Knights stood disciplined, Alfred was not tense.

Moreover, the three fortresses protecting the Capital had already been destroyed. It had been easy for the Sun Knights to dismantle those Castle.

Additionally, nearly 70,000 soldiers and over 15,000 knights from Orkney were on their way.

Soon, Royal troops would begin gathering behind the Capital. 10,000 knights and 60,000 soldiers were assembling, along with nearly 30,000 support troops from other counties and minor nobles.

With this, the Royal supporters reached a military strength of 185,000.

10,000 heavily armored knights and 30,000 military support troops from the Stormwind Duchy were ready to depart.

The Duke’s army was modernized and supported by powerful Sun Knights. They had high-level artillery, archers, and cavalry.

In a short time, the armies of both sides exceeded 100,000. This would be the largest event of the century. The Thornfield Duchy had a total army of 100,000.

The Sun Knights had a presence of 10,000. Of these, 7,000 were heavily armored, large-shielded, spear-wielding Elite Knights. The remaining 3,000 knights were made up of unique individuals known for their strength and skills.

There were 35,000 lightly armored infantry, 7,000 archers, 5,000 spearmen, and 3,000 light cavalry.

Since Duke Regan’s support unit from Stormwind had not yet arrived, only a military force 60 thousand was ready for war.

Unlike Duke Alfred, the Stormwind Duke had made no preparations, thus he was unable to provide support to the siege area.

Now, looking at the Royal Supporters, the Eagle Knights Order, which was funded and founded by Orkney, was not as powerful as the Sun Knights Order, but still had a considerable strength.

Compared to the red-and-white colors of the Sun Knights, their armor was black and purple. Their logo, resembling the Orkney banner, was shaped like an eagle.

Despite being a large knight group of 15,000, they only had 3,000 elite knights. These Elites were not heavily armored knights but agile and swift ones.

The knights numbered 15,000, infantry 50,000, archers 10,000, light cavalry 8,000, and mounted archers 2,000. With that, the military count of the Orkney alone was 85,000, and if we consider the other military presence, Duke Alfred faced nearly 185,000 troops.

Nevertheless, there was no fear in their eyes, only acceptance, and a desire to take the King’s head. As Duke Alfred’s ice-blue eyes watched the Royal Capital, the siege area was filled with the shouts of soldiers.

Miguel and Alfred watched the state of the Capital from their horses. They had already received news of Morrigan’s escape from Virgo. The only thing left was to take the King’s head.

Thus, the civil war would end as quickly as it had begun. At least, that was what Alfred thought. Because as he recalled the legend of the Black Knight becoming active again, a momentary doubt crossed his eyes.

Could the legendary captain of the Royal Guards really return? If that happened, killing the King would become even more difficult.

Still, Duke Alfred was not afraid. Neither Orkney nor the Kingdom mattered to him anymore. Only the girl, Morrigan, was important. It didn’t matter if he died as long as Morrigan survived.

"My Lord, it seems we won’t break through the Capital’s walls anytime soon," Miguel said calmly. His eyes were as calm and cold as Alfred’s. He felt no concern even if his son was currently in the Capital.

"I see, Miguel," the Duke stated calmly. He then turned his eyes to the 2,000 heavy-armored cavalry behind him. He had left most of his army behind when coming here.

This allowed him to besiege the Capital in a short time. Duke Alfred had done the unexpected by managing to besiege the Capital before the Royal armies had fully assembled.

The heavy-armored knights stood calmly and majestically even under the blazing sun. Their discipline remained unbroken.

"My Lord, what shall we do?" Miguel asked calmly. The Duke’s gaze turned to him. "After we launch a significant attack on them for a while longer, we will enter."

Miguel’s eyes widened with excitement when he saw Alfred grip his sword. His expression turned serious. "Are you going to intervene, my Lord?"

The Duke’s cold gaze lingered on the damaged but sturdy walls of the Capital for a moment. "Yes, there’s no point in waiting any longer."

"My eyes will taste this unique feeling again after a long time, my Lord."

Alfred’s expression did not change upon hearing Miguel’s words; he merely gripped his long sword tighter. For a moment, his blue eyes shone with a crimson energy like the sun.

As his mana slightly spread around him, the heavy-armored horse let out a neigh. Alfred’s gaze turned to Miguel. "Today, anyone could die, Miguel..."

As Alfred’s eyes gained a red hue in the sunlight, his mana surged to a terrifying degree. "But it will not be us who dies; it will be them. No escape, no honor, no deceit... only their deaths will remain."

Suddenly, the Duke’s horse charged forward towards the massive walls. Dozens of arrows flew towards Duke Alfred, but the sun-like yellow barrier that appeared around him easily blocked them all.

Leaping off his horse, Alfred landed softly on the ground despite his armor. As the ground cracked, the crimson glow in his eyes became even more pronounced.

Taking a long breath, Alfred closed his eyes. His mana swirled around him, bestowing a terrifying aura upon him.

The Duke slowly opened his eyes, drawing his sword calmly as the wild Mana swirled around him. The long sword suddenly shone with a yellow beam, splitting the clouds in the sky.

The sword, visible even from hundreds of meters away, radiated a unique sanctity. Miguel squinted his eyes, a rare smile appearing on his lips.

"It’s been a long time since I’ve seen this sword," Miguel spoke almost with deep nostalgia, looking at Virgo standing beside him. Virgo, who had been silent for a long time, even emerged from his hiding place to witness this spectacle.

"Even after all this time, it still looks as holy as ever," Virgo said with simple appreciation on his face. Miguel laughed and nodded. "After all, that sword is Sir Gawain’s holy sword, Galatine."

"A sword forged from the heart of the Sun God Belenus and given to Gawain, the incarnation of the Sun, having gone through the master rune crafting of the Fairies," Miguel said with admiration. "A sword nearly as valuable as Excalibur..."

As Miguel murmured in admiration, the siege engines ceased fire, and everyone focused on Alfred.

As the ground beneath Duke Alfred cracked, yellow beams suddenly shot up into the sky, creating a powerful wind. The yellow beams adorned the sky like waves.

The sun seemed to shine even brighter, as if it wanted to reveal itself more. Galatine exploded with power once again after a long time.

As a thin symphony echoed, an almost unique silence spread over the area. Only the distinct hum resonating from Galatine could be heard.

It was as if everyone’s voices were silenced. While Galatine shone menacingly, Duke Alfred finally prepared himself.

"Ahhh!!" With a roar, Alfred swung the sword diagonally, hurling Galatine towards the white walls.

For a moment, Galatine’s yellow rays advanced toward the walls, as the ground and sky split, shaking the entire area. The sword blazed even brighter, blinding Miguel and the others.

Then, it happened, and the sword beam, seemingly trying to cut through reality, struck the walls with a sharp, shrill, yet terrifying sound.

"Boooommm!!!!"

The loud sound frightened everyone, and what filled everyone’s mind was the approach of death. The white walls, which 200 wizards were desperately trying to protect with powerful spells, were easily destroyed by the yellow beam, which didn’t stop as it passed through the city, taking the lives of thousands.

"Let’s go!" Miguel shouted with a fierce adrenaline rush, while the heavily armored knights prepared their spears, then charged forward swiftly.

Alfred quickly mounted his horse again, glancing at the street he had destroyed with his own hands as he passed through the collapsed walls.

Most of the street had been obliterated. Although he knew some people had died, Alfred could only sigh. Then his eyes narrowed when he saw a stone coming towards him.

With a swift motion, Alfred turned the stone to dust and looked at the child who had thrown it. The child appeared to be 14 years old, with black hair, looking like an average person.

There was a gaze in his eyes that Alfred recognized very well.

Hatred...

"My mom... my dad... they all died because of you!" the child cried, gathering his courage as he raised a sword he found on the ground with trembling hands.

Alfred’s eyes remained cold; he was already prepared for this. He turned his gaze to the child and spoke calmly. "Kid, there’s nothing I can do for your family. If you don’t want to die, leave here immediately."

"I—"

Before the child could finish speaking, he saw over 3,000 heavily armored soldiers appear behind Alfred and took two steps back in fear.

The heavy clattering of hooves echoed in the environment, while there was no sound from the Royal Guards or sentinels. Alfred thought it was because everyone was fleeing into the city and evacuating.

He then cast a thoughtful glance at the child. "Kid, leave from here."

"You!" Even though the child was angry, he was frightened by the sight of such powerful men. Then a Sun Knight lightly struck the child’s belly with the wooden handle of his spear, sending him flying aside.

The child flew back as if he had been hit in the stomach with a hammer, landing hard on the ground. Struggling to get up but unable to, the child could only cry.

"Mom, Mom... I miss you so much..."

As the child cried, clutching a piece of his mother’s dress, the Duke and his knights moved forward into the inner city without even looking back.