The Vastness of Magical Destiny

Yale finally took a breath. His Heavy Armored Cavalry had broken through the encirclement constructed by the opponents, which seemed to prove that the defensive system made up of Half-Beastmen and Barbarians was not impregnable. However, Yale tasted an immense bitterness in his mouth. To put it precisely, the opponent hadn’t truly defended against his Heavy Armored Cavalry at all. Aside from a continuous onslaught of Javelins, they had even purposely left a gap small enough for his Heavy Armored Cavalry to pass through.

It would seem like the opponent recoiled due to the impact force of his Heavy Armored Cavalry, but the gap that was let open wasn’t wide, and the Heavy Armored Cavalry, due to their high density, suffered a number of casualties several times higher than usual. Almost every Javelin caused a casualty among the Heavy Armored Cavalry—a brutal toll that Yale found unbearable.

What pained Yale even more was that the entire Light Armor Cavalry was encircled and annihilated by the opponent after the Heavy Armored Cavalry had broken through. Not a single cavalryman was able to escape from the encirclement. The opponent masterfully played a cruel game of striking the weak while sparing his Heavy Armored Cavalry but swallowing up the already exhausted Light Armor Cavalry in one go, using despicable tactics to extreme measures.

But this was as far as Yale could go. Sir Gray had safely retreated. The old fellow’s speed in fleeing was not inferior to those agile young men, and even Yale secretly admired this—if only he could maintain such responsive reflexes at that age, that would be perfect.

The fate of the Knights had been decided, and along with it, Yale had dragged his six thousand Light Armor Cavalry into the mire. Yale was furious with his own cowardice. Why couldn’t he have simply refused? Even if it meant being dismissed from his post, it would have been much better than the current humiliating rout.

Yale glanced at Sir Gray, who seemed to have aged many years in an instant. After their return, both he and Gray would probably only face a tragic downfall. But none of that mattered anymore. The loss of six thousand Light Armor Cavalry meant that the Attica Duchy’s mobile units on the Cartin Northern Front were entirely wiped out, leaving behind only the Heavy Armored Cavalry whose mobility was far inferior. And the several thousand infantry still stationed in Cartin City wouldn’t be able to gain the support of a striking Cavalry force to back their operations for a long time, which could turn this military campaign into an extremely ugly farce.

The complete demise of the Knight Group would also plunge the country into great political turmoil. Their loss could have even more serious consequences than that of the six thousand Light Armor Cavalry. Not because their combat power was so formidable, but because their influence could affect the entire direction of this military campaign. The Officials and Nobles at home would never tolerate their sons and daughters falling powerlessly as captives under the swords of the Caucasus Barbarians. And those Nicosians certainly wouldn’t stop there easily; they might retaliate with even more ferocious Power, perhaps not even allowing a moment’s respite.