One month later.

Nix soldiers with pointy ears and black skin were setting up tents with Danyum ahead of them.

Robey Sulla, the duke and commanding officer of Golden Eye, was listening to the reports from the knights.

“When did Red Fruit’s army arrive again?”

“The army of 20,000 soldiers led by Tobe Volco arrived four days ago.”

“Hm, what about Mangul?”

“The 24,000 soldiers of Count Milovo Toon are expected to arrive in about four days, the same as us. If Night Sky doesn’t intervene, that is.”

“...Hm.”

After Black Scale’s army entered Deimerit, everyone on the continent realized that this war wasn’t a simple war of conquest. The fight between the gods had broken out in earnest.

Even Robey Sulla fell victim to Night Sky’s active attack. The wells that they had stopped by for drinking water were contaminated, and when they slept in the fields, the fields would be infested with insects. Wherever they went, a flock of birds followed them and let out eerie cries. Every time they saw an ominous sign, Robey would order the soldiers to kill it no matter how many arrows it took. And the most dangerous situation was when Lakrak the Apostle appeared in front of them.

‘Even though I had a large army of 18,000 soldiers behind my back, it was terrifying.’

Fortunately, Lakrak wasn’t...