I Don’t Need a Guillotine for My Revolution

The battle, starting early in the morning, continued past noon.

I watched as Grand Duke Leopold’s first defense line crumbled and the Imperial Army routed.

Planted by the Revolutionary Guard leading the charge amidst the shattered enemy line, the flag of Francia fluttered as the Revolutionary Army advanced.

Lowering my gaze, I saw Eris in her instantly recognizable white robe, following in the second line, protecting and encouraging soldiers.

Eris still seemed to have strength left, and the war situation was quite good.

No, rather than just good…….

“We are winning very smoothly, Your Excellency.”

I furrowed my brow slightly at Chief of Staff Berthier’s words.

“Too smoothly.”