The Imperial Capital was destined to have an uneasy night. At the exact moment Brando infiltrated Cold Dew Manor, another battle erupted at Moss Fortress.
The attacking commander was a delicate little girl, but her strength and tactical skill had left the city guards opposing her utterly terrified.
Medisa stood alone and proudly upon the castle's drawbridge, mounted on a single horse.
The war was nearly over, but the air still reeked of gunpowder.
She held a silver spear, and a winged helmet shielded her still-youthful face. Beneath her firm silver gaze, the gates of Moss Fortress had already been forced open, while the enemies blocking her way lay sprawled lifelessly throughout the gatehouse.
This was merely one part of Brando's entire plan, and only one scene among many.
After a while, the White City Vanguard finally captured the last tower. Tiger Sparrow poked half his body out from it and waved at her.
Medisa nodded at them in satisfaction.
"Nicely done, old man."
"This is your achievement, Commander," Tiger Sparrow replied with a hearty laugh.
By now, the former members of the Rubis Mercenary had long since traded their old equipment for better gear. The Mercenary Captain, Tiger Sparrow, wore heavy armor, and his weapon had been replaced by a gleaming halberd. A short line was engraved on its blade in Fanzan script—the proverb passed down through the countryside of White City:
Courage bestows victory--
The tower was a complete mess. Seven or eight Imperial soldiers' corpses lay scattered around a table and beside the windows, with several severed bows strewn nearby. The cramped space was thick with the stench of blood. Tiger Sparrow looked at the scene and calmly shook his head. Then he took out his pipe, struck a match, and lit it. The darkness flickered with