The Vastness of Magical Destiny

Viscount Komer notified Princess Katya at the first opportunity to leave quickly. The massive invasion of the beastmen was now an irreversible reality, and the departure of the Nicosia Court Mage Group essentially declared that Jazair City was incapable of withstanding the attack of the Beastman Army. To stay in Jazair City any longer would be akin to sitting ducks, waiting for death.

In the following five hours, the craziest scene of the great escape from Jazair unfolded. Nobles swarmed out of the eastern and southern gates of the Royal City, forming long queues of horse-drawn carriages that were stacked with all sorts of crates and bundles. The nobles had little time to consider where to go. Escaping Jazair was certainly a wise choice, as no one believed that the newly-formed Golden Oak Legion and the Royal Guards could withstand the onslaught of the entire Beastman Army.

"Where are we going now?" Princess Katya leaned tiredly against the carriage window. On both sides of the avenue, carriages of nobles and traders rushing towards the south were jammed so tightly that there was no room to move. If a single carriage stopped, it would immediately turn the entire procession into a stagnant, lifeless dragon. Amidst the incessant swearing and clamor, the nobles’ only hope was to leave this godforsaken place as soon as possible, under the protection of their private soldiers and servants.

"Your Highness, it depends on your will. Hoffman has already gone to Godeburg in the East, where the Galle Army and the Homer Army will be able to arrive in the shortest time. The Court Magicians are estimated to return to Godeburg swiftly as well. It is said that if Jazair falls, they plan to use Godeburg as a base for the liberation of the Royal City. However, I suppose you might not want to join that bustle, so I took the liberty of retreating south. If it’s not beneath your dignity, you could seek refuge at my place," Komer said carefully, not wanting to agitate her at this time.

"No, I won’t consider going to the Caucasus for now," Princess Katya flatly rejected Komer’s suggestion, which wasn’t surprising to him. Even now, this woman’s ambition hadn’t completely died. Perhaps she still fantasized about quickly returning to the Royal City and continuing her unfinished contest with Hoffman, but Komer was clear that such a scenario was unlikely to recur. This invasion by the beastmen seemed anything but simple.

"Well, now is indeed not the best time to go to the Caucasus. There are many places still available in the Southwest and Central Region for your selection. The local lords are all eagerly awaiting Your Highness’s visit, such as Leman and Cartin," Komer suggested, shrugging his shoulders.

"I don’t know if leaving the Royal City was a mistake. Perhaps I should have stayed and endured this disaster with the residents and soldiers in the city. Leaving quietly like this feels like being a coward and a scaredy-cat," Princess Katya said, becoming more unpredictable.

"Your Highness, with General Mathew and Lord Tez in charge inside the city, and with the Golden Oak Legion and the Royal Guard present, your staying would be meaningless. If the beastmen truly breach Jazair, everything would need to start anew. Establishing a stable base in the rear is what you should focus on, and if General Mathew and his forces were to successfully hold off the beastmen’s attack, you would also need ample funds to rebuild the North, and that would win you more support," Komer boasted about quickly finding a suitable excuse.

"Viscount Komer, you are too eloquent. It seems that whatever choice I make, you can always find a suitable reason for it," Princess Katya realized, "Then may I ask, do you think General Mathew can hold Jazair?"

After a moment of silence, Komer asked in a low voice, "Princess Katya, do you want to hear the truth?"