Using the Commander Scouter, I pinpointed the exact location of the officer leading the troops and charged toward the commander who was rallying his badly shaken soldiers. He was a knight of Rheinkalsen.
"Damn it, where the hell did these bastards come from?!"
If not for Count of Baschurten, I never would have seen the southern rebels' surprise attack coming. In the end, it came down to razor-thin margins. And the ability to seize that razor-thin margin was a skill in itself.
What would have happened without the system I'd been given when I stumbled into the world of Medieval Knight? The thought alone made my knees weak. That Hilda and Feuzen were safe was nothing short of a miracle.
I'll pay back this dizzying, spine-chilling terror to every last one of you. I swung my cavalry sword at the knight of Rheinkalsen.
"Welcome to Feuzen, you son of a bitch!"
"Goddamn it! What the hell is this! Gaaah!"
