Lothar's Attempt

"Miss Vivianna, you should have listened to Mr. Murphy's advice. There was no need for us to come to this."

Paladin Martin raised his shield, placing himself in front of Vivianna.

From behind him, a spear like a venomous serpent silently thrust forward, tearing the hem of Vivianna's dress. The Candle Knight promptly stepped on the spearhead, then leaped behind them.

"You are no match for the two of us. For the sake of the traditional friendship between the House of Hanover and the German Emperor, the Elector Prince, we will give you one last chance to withdraw from this battle."

Martin and Wilson were honorary knights of the Order of Saint George. They had long since left the Knightly Order's regular combat ranks, devoting themselves to martial arts and the path of redemption. Even within the Order of Saint George, their combat strength placed them among the first tier.

"Twenty years ago, I severed ties with my family. In this battle, I stand only as an individual."

Vivianna spoke softly. The instant the two rushed at her, she used a secret art of light and shadow to escape, appearing behind Paladin Martin. Magic power flowed through her body and poured into the blade in her hand, carving out a chilling sweep of clear radiance.

Boom—

Dust and shattered stones flew everywhere.

When it all cleared, what emerged was a golden shield standing atop the city wall like a mountain. Upon it, the emblem of Saint George riding a pure white Pegasus and spearing a dragon seemed to have come alive.

Behind the shield, Martin sneered. "The legendary Candle Knight only has this much strength? I advise you to leave the battlefield. One more of you makes no difference, one less of you makes no difference. Why throw away your