As the demonized Askewell blew him away, Rudel cut the inside of his mouth. Dripping blood, he looked at the beast making towards him as he stood.

Now this is troublesome.

He was blown away to where imperial soldiers were in close formation.

For that reason, the impact knocked soldiers off their feet, and around him, the troops had surrounded him to prevent him from escaping, but he could tell from their faces they were confused at Askewells transformation.

Shaking off his own subordinates restraints, he smacked them aside.

As far as I can tell, hes conscious.

Looking into Askewells eyes, apart from malice towards Rudel, it looked like there was some sort of consciousness within them.

Ill find out if I give it a go.

Taking his stance, he cut at Askewell.

Unlike before, Askewell violently swung his spear to knock Rudels sword aside.

Determining that even with the strength of the white knight he would lose in a battle of pure force, Rudel circled around behind him.

He could circle in the blink of an eye. It was easy enough for him to take Askewells bac, but

This is

He heard the sound of metal colliding.

Rudel had definitely lowered his sword at the point hed aimed for. The nape of his neck.

Immediately jumping back, he avoided Askewells lance that came with the same motion as he turned face. The impact brought casualties to the soldiers around him.

That hardened-skin-like armor was almost like metal. Yet be that as it may, it didnt look like it was obstructing his movements.

Askewell looked at Rudel, lackadaisically opening his mouth.

Is that all youve got? In that case, it wont be long before I kill you and continue the march. With this power, it wont just be this region. We can cut deep into the Kingdom of Courtois. We might make it all the way to the capital.

He would continue the march, he would make all the way to the capital, Askewell said and laughed.

(Hes incapable of rational decision making, I see.)

As Rudel laid down a verdict, Askewell took a stance with his spear.

Where did all that vigor go, dragoon!

Kicking the ground, Askewell closed in on him.

Rudel fired a light bolt in his direction. While it met him head on and exploded, it had no visible effect on Askewells assault.

If even magic is ineffective, this is going to be troublesome.

While he was exhibiting the white knights power, Rudel was being overpowered. Against a foe whose power was no on another plane, Rudel worked his head on means to counteract.

(Now then, I cant leave him to his own devices, but)

But some part of him thought back to his student days. He had started out fighting Aleist, at the time a foe on another plane, and had pushed himself in some crazy ways.

( Compared to that, I dont have it too bad right now.)

And now, the things he was capable of had increased.

With Askewell coming right at him, Rudel closed his eyes. He undid his stance, and without putting up any resistance, the point of Askewells spear was encroaching on his face.

Given up!?

There was just a bit of anger in Askewells voice. Perhaps he was disappointed in Rudel for giving up having come so far. But Rudel snapped his eyes open.

Sorry but I never did know when to give up.

When he opened his eyes, his blue iris had turned red. He was using his magic eyes.

Rudels armor from the black boar.

Rudels eyes form the mad bird.

They had left them to him to fight against destiny.

Feeling the time around him pass slowly, Rudel avoided the spear point by a hairs breadth, let go of his weapon, grabbed the spear, and used it as a lever to throw Askewell.

He had used the princes momentum.

Thrown off of his feet, Askewell slammed into the ground. But he was immediately up.

Rudels sword and shield were now stuck in the ground. He confronted Askewell barehanded.

Are you mocking me?

Askewell must have felt belittled. Casting down ones weapon in this situation was out of the question.

Yet Rudel was serious.

Im always serious. This way was simply the optimum method to win against you.

Rudel smiled.

I need to train more. There are too many techniques I cant use with a weapon. But hey, if you think youre being belittled, then I must apologize for that.

Seriously coming to defeat Askewell, Rudel wasnt making light of anyone. Thought how Askewell saw it was a separate issue.

If that isnt mocking, then

Right after, Rudel manifested before Askewells eyes.

His fist lifted, Rudel swiftly lowered it towards him.

Askewell, making light of Rudels attack

Guhah!

Was sent sprawling a long way through the air.

Rudel looked at Askewell blown away, waving his right hand a bit.

Thats hard. Well, not too hard to get through.

Askewell brushed a hand against his smacked face. There were no external wounds. In the first place, by demonizing, it became hard to put a dent in his skin.

It was a separate issue if the force could penetrate inside of it.

W-what did you do?

Rudel gripped his fist towards Askewell, whose mouth dripped with blood.

I penetrated the force.

After only those words, Askewells spear was ready to attack Rudel. He stepped in and lowered it from up high.

His speedit was a blow that was lowered in the time an average fighter would have taken to raise it up. That inconceivable power and speed, a normal person wouldnt even be able to comprehend they had died if they took it on.

Avoiding the attack, Rudel let his eyes glow red as he laughed.

Too slow!

A left straight with his weight behind it sunk into Askewells body, the impact passing through his pack and piercing him through.

Askewell spat up blood.

Guh, damn you!!

Seeing him lose his composure, Rudel felt just a little disappointed.

If thats all it takes, you were stronger before.

Watching him recklessly swing around his power, Rudel kicked him away.

A deep breath, Rudel took a stance as Askewell stood and tried swinging his spear

I told you too slow.

In the next instant, Rudel grabbed Askewells face with his right hand and slammed him into the ground. Right after.

Its over.

With those words, a large shockwave broke out with Askewell at the center. The ground caved in to form a crater.

The surrounding imperial soldiers were blown away, Askewell showed the whites of his eyes.

Rudel sluggishly stood.

To put an end to the immobile Askewellto take his head, he approached, when he felt something was off.

Meanwhile.

The army Fritz led as supreme commander was half on the verge of collapse.

What are the dragoons doing!?

An army of wyvern in the sky

The enemy number surpass three hundred riders

The imperial army started up as soon as their own army arrived. It was all going right by the planned scenario. But the imperial army that moved had established their wyvern unit as a countermeasure to the dragoons.

Three hundred knights mounting wyverns, a battle unfolded in the sky above.

Looking to the sky, they were outnumbered and overwhelmed.

Subordinates rushed to Fritz one after the next to report and seek orders.

The empires army has crossed the border and begun hostilities with our forces! But their numbers are higher. We need reinforcements

More than that, we should pull back. The empire boasts three times our land troops!

Even if they sought reinforcements, there were no reserves to send around.

Having depended on their dragoons, the Kingdom of Courtois couldnt reach the empire in ground troops. Whats more, on a quality side as well, the empire surpassed Courtois.

Their weapons tempered under the torment of dragons.

They had now turned to torment the knights and soldiers of Courtois.

Fritz was dismayed by this unanticipated situation.

From the very start, he was a decoration of a commander. And yet, for them to seek so much from him now, there was little he could do about it.

Those around watched him with chastising eyes.

I-immediately request reinf

He tried to give an order for reinforcements, but his subordinate denied it.

Where do you seen the leisure for that!?

Not even with a grasp of the armys state of affairs, Fritz didnt fully understand how many units were stationed where.

(Why what could have happened?)

Fritz clenched his fist, and the words of the next messenger who surged into the tent turned his face pale.

U-urgent report! Princess Fina has raised a rebellion at the capital! Both Archduke Diade and Archduke Halbades have turned hostile, and Princess Aileen has been placed in a terrible predicament.

It wasnt just the battlefield, there was chaos at the palace as well, causing many of those gathered to lose their complexion.

Those here were those who sided with Aileen.

If Aileen were to be overthrown

Retreat. Rush to the aid of the palace at once, and subjugate the rebel for

How can we retreat with an enemy before us!? In their pursuit, our army will fall to ruin!

If they continued the fight with the empire, their prospects of victory looked slim.

But if they didnt return to the capital, their standings would be in danger.

Within all of that, Frit sprinted out of the tent.

He raced over to his own dragon.

(Aileen!)

He acted out of worry for Aileen. If he hurried, he hoped he could make it in time.

Oldart issued orders to his men in the air.

We can take them on one to three. Just do that and we win.

The wind dragon flying beside himAlejandro riding on its back was fed-up.

Avoiding the wyvern breath firing all around him, he yelled at Oldart.

I dont care about that. Give some actual precise orders!

A laughing Oldart continued moving his formation to draw the wyverns further from the ground as he looked at the armies below.

Well, here should be good.

If the two armies clashed below, the dragoons wouldnt be able to fight without reserve. If nothing else, they wouldnt be able to aim any breath attacks down.

Any accidental shots at allied forces, and the dragoons would be blamed.

Well then, ladies and gentlemenhow about we teach these imperial knights just how difficult fights in the air can be? Risking our lives to do it.

Following that with a ferocious smile, the dragoons movements changed.

The dragons that had been flying on the run turned face to go on an offense.

Alejandro raised the speed of his wind dragon, circling around a wyvern, and having his dragon crunch its neck.

Oldarts gray dragon turned to face three encroaching wyverns, continuing to fly backward as it peppered them with flames to drop them one after the next.

Pulling his own weapon, Oldart jumped to switch over to the wyvern that had come right below them.

The imperial knight riding it was surprised by his sudden visitor.

Royal scum!

While the knight drew his blade, he didnt seem very accustomed to combat in the air.

Youre going weak at the knees. How do you expect to swing a weapon like that?

He kicked the enemy knight off, the knight raised a scream as he fell. The wyvern began flailing as Oldart stabbed his sword into its back.

After leaping off the wyvern and taking distance, his own dragon came to collect him.

Their high coordination surprised the empires wyvern unit. And one after another, the wyverns fell to the ground.

Real sorry. Weve got several hundred years of knowhow stacked up. Were not soft enough to lose to some sudden upstart panswhat?

Rising his gray dragons back, Oldart looked around.

The wyverns began to dissipate into a black smoke and disappear, the fog flying off to somewhere far away. It was rising from the ground as well.

The monsters theyd led with them turned to smoke and headed off somewhere.

The empires knights abandoned in the air fell straight down; Oldart promptly recovered one of them.

Oy, what just happened?

Grabbing the knights weapon and tossing it away, he pressed a knife to their neck to draw information.

I-I dont know! We were never told any

The knight made truly fearful eyes. Oldart clicked his tongue.

(You cant lie if you were never told to start with. The direction of the smoke is dont tell me, its where Rudel is?)

The smoke was flowing to another battlefield.

Upon discerning that, Oldart had a terrible premonition. Alejandro rushed over to him.

Oldart! The supreme commander up and left. The ground troops are taking to their heels and fleeing!

Oldart looked at the ground.

Courtois army on the run. The disappearance of the wyvern unit had prompted the imperial army to prepare to flee as well.

Retreat. Well leave fifty riders, and the rest of us are chasing that smoke.

Oldart looked at the black smoke drawing a single straight line in the sky as he spoke.