“They’re caught!”

“Besiege them!”

The Southern Army who had been waiting to ambush them, appeared from all directions at the enemy’s command. The Second Prince and his knights were surrounded in all directions — front and rear, left and right.

“How… how could this happen?”

For a moment, the Second Prince’s face showed desperation. Then he finally realized; he had walked into a trap with his own feet.

“Attack!!”

“Wahhhh!!”

The Southern Army who had pretended to be the Republican Army was now attacking the bewildered army of the Second Prince. Having come this far, the Second Prince realized escaping was impossible and commanded his knights. 

“Guh… Fight back!”

But, the surrounded Second Prince’s army couldn’t properly fight against the enemies. 

“Ack!!”

“Ughh..”

Seeing his men dying left and right, the Second Prince panicked.

“How…How could this happen…”

“Your Highness, you must retreat.”

His knights tried their best to help him escape, but they themselves were struggling from the enemies’ attacks that were coming from all around them. Then, from one direction, came a group of knights riding straight towards the Second Prince. 

“Byron, a traitor to this country and a sinner against heaven, I’ll have your head!”

Harshly shouting, Milton...