Clash of Armies

Even without her memories, Liberia still supported Mel.

Mel thought of the fat man's earlier shout. If this old swordsman killed him and later remembered everything, he would surely regret it. Would Mel regret it just the same if he killed him?

"Should I kill you, Knight Old Man?" Mel toyed with the dagger in his hand. All he needed was a Backstab, and everything would end here, yet he felt that he should not do it.

He stood there thinking for a long time, but before he could make a decision, a pillar of light erupted in the distance and drew his attention again. It was in the direction the Commoner Army had retreated.

That meant the enemy likely had other powerful fighters.

"Um, what's your name? It looks like I still have some things to deal with. Can you take the other two and leave first? We can meet again in this city in the southern grasslands," Mel asked the white-haired maiden.

From the diary's descriptions, he could not know everything, since some of its contents had still been obscured by the power of rules.

"Liberia."

"Can you do that?"

"Mm." Liberia nodded seriously.

Mel cast flight magic again and flew into the sky, heading toward the distant battlefield. If it had merely been the cavalry regiment clashing with his army, it could not have caused such a huge disturbance.

This meant that the Hall of Fame fighters they had sent might outnumber those who had intercepted him by one.

At the same time, the Commoner Army collided with the elite cavalry legion. Neither side retreated, and in an instant, they became a meat grinder.

Although the Commoner Army's soldiers had not experienced many wars, they had undergone two full years of training. When faced with the Knight