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(Blade of Dawn)
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My lord, this is a letter from Viscount Kant.
Duke Galway,
by the time you read this letter
I believe my soul would have found peace.
It would be an honor of a lifetime
if I could change the time and manner in which I met you.
I would rather become your esquire
and explore Dark Mountains with you
and become the protector of the poor commoners.
But all of this can never become a reality.
Other than the properties within the castle and the farms,
I have nothing else to compensate you.
Please be warned.
Eversleeper's plan
is absolutely not as simple as the one in Kantland.
They have a grand scheme.
Once successful, all creatures with intelligence
will be dragged into an abyss of doom.
In this kingdom that declines with every passing day,
you've become the only hope for the people.
He used a dream of 30 years
in exchange for a moment of clarity.
At least Victor took care of these farms well.
The viscount forgave all debts owed by the residents
and let you take over Kantland.
We have another mess on our hands.
We'll do it the old way. Gather the residents first.
Let them become pathfinders and you become their boss?
No.
Let them vote and elect their own lord.
My lord, Lord Galway.
Heidi, what's wrong?
I finally managed to contact you.
The magic at Grand Wall is fluctuating terribly...
Heidi, Heidi!
The aberrants are coming.
A patrol unit didn't come back yesterday.
This morning, someone found...
Their corpses?
Based on the evidence at the scene,
it is most likely to be a solitary aberrant.
Just one can take out an entire patrol unit?
Wait, solitary?
Please see for yourself, my lord.
Looks like quite a number of aberrants escaped.
Thankfully, the Grand Wall has begun to repair itself.
No new aberrants can escape for the time being.
But those aberrants that escaped...
Aberrants are very susceptible to magic power surges.
Our Magic Network will undoubtedly attract them in droves.
Soon, New Citadel of Cecil
will be facing an army of aberrants.
Heidi, contact the domain
and power down the Magic Network to the bare minimum.
Byron, form a squad of soldiers.
Bring along magic crystals with high purity
and be at my command.
Yes, my lord.
Turn left, 700 yards.
Turn left, 700 yards.
Speed straight ahead.
Watch your right.
Use the magic crystals in your hands
and lure them towards the ravine.
Yes, my lord.
Roger that.
Lure them as far away as possible.
These magic crystals can buy us
a few days' time before they're depleted.
(Cavalry Aberrants)
Heidi, the city's defensive mechanism
must be completed as quickly as possible.
Understood.
Byron, we still need a sample.
Sample?
Have you heard?
What about?
The aberrants are here again.
Are you alright?
Don't talk nonsense!
He wasn't talking nonsense.
My lord.
Lord Galway.
Hurry, look.
Daddy, what's that?
A few months ago, the old Citadel of Cecil
was destroyed by aberrants.
Now they've come for us again.
What should we do?
My lord, shouldn't we run away?
Although running away is humiliating, it's effective.
There is a chance of survival indeed.
But by doing so, you will return
to a life of labor and servitude with no hope.
What's more frightening are the aberrants
that will follow our trail and slowly close in on us
until they cover every inch of land in ruin.
What should we do?
Damn it. Is there no other way?
Daddy.
Seven hundred years ago, there was an outbreak of demons.
At that time, all the great men from the south are dead.
Youngsters like us became the pathfinders.
In order to survive, we risked our lives
to keep the aberrants inside the Grand Wall.
In the end, we established the Kingdom of Ans.
What I want to say is, they aren't invincible.
With enough power,
they're nothing but empty shells.
It's really dead.
This is too scary.
Presently, we have many times more iron
and ample magic power compared to 700 years ago.
And there are way fewer aberrants
compared to the outbreak 700 years ago.
Yes, running away is riskier.
Maybe we can win this time.
Besides, who said that we must fight aberrants head on?
Aren't humanity's greatest qualities
lie in our wisdom and courage?
Yes.
The aberrants will arrive in a few days.
For the sake of the New Citadel of Cecil,
we must now unite as one.
Yes, unite as one.
That's right.
We must unite as one.
Yes.
For the New Citadel of Cecil!
For the New Citadel of Cecil!
For the New Citadel of Cecil!
Next, officially launch the defensive mechanism.
Jenny, Rebecca.
Make certain of daily crystal output.
Understood.
Heidi, Pittman.
Organize the residents to carve the formation as planned.
Understood.
Philip, Byron.
Train your mana soldiers well.
Understood.
Amber.
I'm here, I'm here. What's up?
I have a few letters, help me deliver them.
Letters?
To whom?
Those followers of evil cults Eversleeper and League of Death
have started to make trouble again.
May the Holy Light
save those pitiful souls from the clutches of evil.
Your Majesty, a letter from Duke Galway.
Galway Cecil?
What's wrong, Father?
Aberrant invasion will soon arrive at New Citadel of Cecil.
Is he writing to seek your help?
He actually wants me to dispatch men over there to learn
how he fights the battle.
This old man!
Moreover, he plans to send civilians into battle.
Send civilians into battle?!
What else?
I thought you had the residents carved the formation for...
The king's reinforcement needs
at least 10 days to arrive,
and we cannot retreat.
We only have so few soldiers.
What do you think?
But this will become a battle between humans and non-humans.
It's a massacre!
That will depend on how we fight.
The war between humans and aberrants is a massacre in itself.
The key is who can better control the situation.
Look, the long night before the decisive battle is ever radiant.
This will become a miracle in which everyone participates.
Team One, deliver the crystals to the mountain pass.
Team Two, deliver the crystals to the river bank.
Thank you for your trouble.
It's no trouble as long as you're here, Lady Rebecca.
Go, go!
Yes!
These crystals will be buried all over the battlefield
and will be triggered by a magic pedal.
These can cause a large-scale damage.
You can call it a landmine.
And over there too.
This formation looks like...
An enormous Explosion Formation.
When the time comes, the crystals will detonate
with the support of the formation thus multiplying its power.
It might even be more powerful than TNT.
TNT?
Of course,
our preparations are more than just that.
We also have other Black Technology
that seems to be in the middle of development.
So many defensive plans.
I have two questions, my lord.
You want to point out that we lack manpower, correct?
That's right.
With just the labor force from the residents here
it will be difficult to complete
all the projects in a short period of time.
Other than the letter to the king,
I've also written two more letters.
A reply to the first letter is here.
Lord Galway, all of Kantland pay our highest respect to you.
You've truly arrived at the hour of our need.
You may listen to Rebecca's instructions.
Yes, my lord.
As expected of the pathfinder,
you've already thought of the solution.
Why aren't you asking me the second question?
You've already written three letters.
I believe you've already solved
the problem of shortage in supplies.
The third letter was written to Andrew.
He will help think of a way
to blackmail the nobles around us.
I can't believe you thought of such an idea.
This is...
The month of Brumaire has passed
and today is the 18th day of the winter month.
It's your birthday, Lord Ancestor.
Lord Ancestor, we wish you a happy 740th birthday!
Seven hundred and fortieth...
Happy birthday!
It has really been a long time
since I celebrate my own birthday.
And this.
What is this?
This is birthday present from Jenny and me.
But you must open it before the battle.
Thank you, Rebecca.
Thank you, everyone.
For victory!
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