After verifying each other's orders, Monrisa Zephnaya, Third Army Commander of the Twelfth Legion's Thirty-fifth Legion, waved her subordinates to the left and cleared the gate.
Seeing this, Morlet moved to the right and gave the order to enter the city.
With the order received, the army continued forward.
As she watched the troops enter the city in orderly ranks, Monrisa saw that every soldier wore Fine Grade armor, all of it standardized equipment.
Then she thought of her own troops, whose armor came in all kinds of styles and whose soldiers varied greatly in quality.
However, the Twelfth Legion had always been known as a mixed-bag force. Its role was defensive, not to break through enemy lines.
For that very reason, even after losing so many cities, the Allied Forces Command Department had merely issued a symbolic reprimand without imposing any substantive punishment.
"General, lower your head."
Hearing her adjutant's reminder, Monrisa came back to her senses and saw a blond young man looking at her. She immediately lowered her head, avoiding eye contact.
"That is the renowned flower of the Kingdom of Belfas military."
"Yes, Legion Commander."
Ashborn, the Second Army Commander accompanying Kyle, answered respectfully.
"She truly is beautiful."
Kyle stroked the mane of his Red Phosphorus Horse and spoke unhurriedly before quickening his pace into the city.
Ashborn did not linger and urged his mount after him.
The black-armored knight secretly glanced into the city, then came to his mistress's side and said quietly, "General, the Twenty-fifth Legion Commander has entered the city. Let's go as well."
"Let's go."
Monrisa nodded calmly and walked into the city.
Seeing this, the other officers of the Twelfth Legion's Thirty-fifth Legion Third Army entered the city from both sides of the marching formation, several paces behind.
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