Cold winds gusted as spears stood planted across the earth. Every Florian Empire soldier wore leather armor and stared in orderly ranks toward Vera Fortress.
Flags engraved with Flowers of Heaven represented the Empire's will. Thousands upon thousands of soldiers steadily closed in on Vera Fortress, occupying all the land north of it. If not for the two lakes, Vera Fortress would have been surrounded without a gap.
Every Imperial soldier facing the army of Vera Fortress held contempt in his eyes.
They might have been afraid if ordered to face an Extraordinary Legion, but against these trash-like noble armies? They were confident they could earn glorious achievements for themselves.
Yes, in the eyes of these soldiers, the noble army defending Vera Fortress at this very moment was their war bounty.
They would take food and money from them, receive rewards and houses from the noble lords, perhaps even a horse or a piece of land.
Driven by such desire, the Imperial soldiers radiated fierce fighting spirit, and the raised banners howled and snapped wildly in the wind.
In the sky overhead.
Dragons let out deafening roars. Flame Dragon Christman exhaled scorching dragon breath, evaporating the lakes into endless mist that spread across Vera Fortress, soon to become a battlefield. Amid roaring cries, the Dragons slowly descended and appeared at the very front of the Imperial Army.
High-ranking officers clad in hard metal armor sat atop Highland Warhorses armed to the teeth, awaiting Count Clayton's command.
Standing atop the Dragon's head, Count Clayton, dressed in the bloated robes of an Imperial noble, still observed the honor and rules of the nobility as he saluted the Duchess of Vera at Vera Fortress.
"Duchess Vera, you have yet to give the Empire a reasonable explanation. Why did His Highness Cassio Columbus die