‘This will all be over if we capture Count Rosscaiz.’

Sweeping out wave after wave of troops that blocked his path, Milton charged unstoppably to claim the head of his enemy.

“St-stop him!”

Count Rosscaiz frantically issued an order to impede Milton’s advance, but the situation had already taken a turn for the worst.

The scales had begun tipping from the moment their encircling net failed. The consequences of this had extended beyond the mere failure of a plan and rendered their formations into a disorganized mess, allowing Milton to trample all over the disheveled enemies.

‘We can get to him.’

While wreaking havoc all over the enemy lines, Milton assessed that Count Rosscaiz was within his reach.

“I’m coming for you! Men, follow my lead!”

Milton took the escort soldiers around him and decided to attempt a breakthrough to Count Rosscaiz’s position.

At that moment…

“I’ll be your opponent, Milton Forrest!”

One knight valiantly stood in Milton’s path, causing Milton’s galloping horse to abruptly halt and rear its head high.

‘At least his courage is commendable.’

“Very well. I accept your- hm?!”

Woosh!

Milton felt something sharp brush by his ear and shoot past.

‘What was that just now…?’

As he sensed a drop of blood roll down his cheek, Milton felt himself break out into a sweat for the first time in this war.

“Tsk, that fool just had to ruin things at the last second.”

The crimson-haired...