Severa.

On the city wall, there are many spears and flags. Heavily armed warriors lined up in two to greet the arrival of an important figure.

"Your Highness, go this way. At the corner of the city tower, a middle-aged general wearing the military emblem of the Holy See stretched out his hand to guide.

War is approaching, and it is important to boost the morale of the military. Find a leader to go to the city, and shout two bold words casually, more or less, it can always be a starting point. And Grand Duke Ian is on this sacred mission.

"Bishop Noons, please first. "Grand Duke Ian turned sideways and made way for space, although he is the nominal master, but the high-ranking bishop sent here by the Holy See is the real master of the Northwest Theater.

Bishop Nones was about thirty-five or sixteen years old, with dark and brown eyes, calm and calm, and a short beard under his chin, majestic and square. He waved his hand and said, "It doesn't have to be like this", the expression on his face did not change in the slightest, and he was obviously an unsmiling person.

"Alright then...... Grand Duke Ian snorted coldly in his heart, but on the surface he made a reluctant look. He is wearing a traditional dress today, embroidered with gold threads, intricate patterns, and deliberately high shoulders, which is matched with his fat figure, but also has a bit of majesty.

Guided by the defenders of the northern walls, Grand Duke Ian and Bishop Noens ascended to the top of the city to inspect the defenses. As the fortified city in the principality after Lancan, Severa has high walls and well-defended facilities, and there are more than 30 battlements for catapults and bed crossbows. Powerful ranged attack firepower, cross-coverage, is an absolute nightmare for the besieging side.

But......

"Why are those catapults still covered with tarpaulins?" said Grand Duke Ian, pointing to the battlements not far away, where the weather was clear and cloudless, and there was no sign of rain.

"It's nothing, I just forgot to uncover it. The Warden glanced at Bishop Noons. Seeing that he didn't say anything, he had to casually give a reason.

What about lying to his grandson? Grand Duke Ian rolled his eyes, too lazy to ask any more. He stood on the tower of the city gate, casually looking around, always holding back in the Grand Duke's Mansion to drink and have fun, and at first glance. It's a bit uncomfortable.

"Gather the troops. Nornes didn't have a good impression of the Grand Duke of Wine and Meat, and he turned around and ordered, hoping to finish the cutscene as much as possible.

"Yes. The guard immediately nodded in response. He waved at the herald next to him, and it wasn't long before the roar of a military trumpet could be heard from the city walls.

"Your Highness, the big war is imminent, and the people are panicking, and they need you to come forward. ......"Bishop Nornes said sideways, trying to be as tactful as possible, so as not to touch the other party's fragile self-esteem.

"Oh, no problem. Unexpectedly, Grand Duke Ian agreed quite simply. Nornes breathed a sigh of relief, and saw him spread out his hands and begged, "Bring it ......."

"What?" Bishop Noens was stunned.

"Draft. What am I reading without a script?" Archduke Ian glared, this guy. It's just not as sensible as his predecessor.

Bishop Noons took a deep breath and silently recited the "Seven Commandments of the Saints" to control his anger. The priest who followed him, but he was a well-informed man, took two steps forward and whispered a few words. Then he took out a roll of parchment from his bosom.

"Well, give it to him. Nornes nodded, remembering the name of the priest, a young man who was thoughtful and could be trained in the future.

But...... Is there really a future?

“...... We are the Principality of Ian. It is a holy place, a place favored by God, and now there is a Snowton child, who is vile and sneak attacked, and though he succeeds for a time, he will be punished by God on the day when the light shines......"

Sprinkled with enthusiasm and read from the script, this kind of work, Grand Duke Ian often does, and he is also very good at it.

But unfortunately, this time, he was rudely interrupted.

The first to notice the anomaly was Bishop Nonns. Just as he was bored listening, his heart sank, and he suddenly looked up. At the edge of the field of vision, a hideous silhouette was captured.

Dragon?

He could hardly believe his eyes, according to the scout's intelligence, it would take at least a week for Snowton's army to reach the city of Severa. Do the dragon knights really think that they can fight against a city alone?

“...... The rebellious king Nacini, perverse, cruel and unscrupulous, to the point of misery...... Archduke Ian's speech, reached a small climax. He frothed at the mouth and loudly condemned the crimes of Snowton's southern crusade—

And then, bam!

The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground suddenly sounded.

A corpse fell straight from the air and smashed into the corner of the hard stone on the edge of the gatehouse. The huge impact caused the corpse to burst apart like a watermelon, and the juice flew sideways, and blood and minced flesh splattered everywhere.

"Enemy attack!" shouted the scout on the watchtower, ringing the brass wall clock.

The defending forces of Severa City are all elite and well-trained from the Principality of Ian. In just one minute, they were back in their positions, ready for battle.

The hoplites guarding the battlements raised their shields in both hands, and their spears poked out of the gaps. The longbowmen looked like eagles, roaming around looking for the enemy's location.

But where is the enemy?

In mid-air, there was a roar. Davide harnessed the dragon and circled back and forth.

"Dragon Knight?" suddenly came from the city wall, and there was a sudden exclamation. At the officer's command, the archer turned around, drew his bow and arrows, and pointed straight into the sky. If the dragon dares to land and sneak attack, the dense accumulation of shots is enough to leave it with a lesson that will last a lifetime.

At the same time, dozens of bed crossbows, creaking up, steel arrows as thick as a child's arm, revealing smirkling fangs.

The dragon turned its head and roared, and Davide heard its fear, thought for a moment, and ordered the return journey.

But leaving like this is not in his temperament.

In the eyes of countless people, the dragon swept by, and Davide's voice resounded throughout the city, "Your Highness, don't be afraid, I'm just here to give your cousin a ride......"

Archduke Ian, trembling, glanced at the pool of blood. I can't tell which of my relatives ended up like this.

"Goodbye, everyone, and see you in a few days. In a burst of laughter, the dragon turned around and walked away.

The ceremony on the city wall came to an abrupt end. Everyone looked at each other, unable to say a word.

"Go back and restrain the soldiers," said Bishop Nouns, with a little more wistful brow, as he summoned his generals and commanded, "from tomorrow Severa will enter the wartime regime and impose a curfew. ”

The generals were ordered to leave, and the priests retired, and they had to calm the panic of the people in order to hold out longer.

Hold out until the day Archbishop Innedir, as promised.

The heroic spirits of heaven have come to the sky and will slay down all those who blaspheme the gods.

... (To be continued......)

PS: (First update.) ）