The number of combatants alone was about 500.

Eugene’s forces had finally grown to a number that could be acknowledged as a true army. And it wasn’t only in Brantia either. Such a number of troops could be considered an overwhelming force in any kingdom of the continent, including the Caylor Kingdom. In addition, the elite force of thirty beowulf warriors possessed a destructive power greater than even one hundred heavy cavalrymen.

In other words, Eugene had finally met the minimum requirements to become a ruler. When such a powerful force arrived in front of Brighton, the city immediately fell into chaos. All of the city’s guards and mercenaries were deployed to the walls, and the mayor, as well as the guild leaders of the city, looked down at Eugene’s army with fear and shock.

“How could they have lost already? How many days has it even been since they left our walls?”

“I thought that the Fransil family was powerful. But it seems like they weren’t such a big deal, after all, were they?”

“Oh, this isn’t the time to be worrying about the Fransil family. That vampire is after our city!”

“That’s why we shouldn’t have given them our city’s flag. Why didn’t you listen to me?!”

“What? You were the one who said it would be good to establish a harmonious relationship with the Fransil...