When the last noble knight on the battlefield ahead was beheaded with a single stroke, the White Lion Knights, as expected, did not slow their horses. They continued charging in this direction. Their numbers were not particularly large, but their momentum was astonishing. The riverbank trembled faintly. The White Lion Guard fought on foot, but once mounted, they were still the strongest cavalry in the kingdom.
"Lower... your spears..." Matthew felt his voice go off-key. Even when he had faced countless skeleton armies during the First Black Rose War, he had never been this nervous.
Because he understood that if he lost this battle, he would never have another chance to regret it.
Row after row of spearmen lowered their weapons. Then a spell descended from the sky and landed on the inferior spears, causing faint purple light to flicker along their tips. "An enchantment!" Matthew was startled and instinctively looked up. Only then did he realize that a wizard had cast a spell on his troops. The discovery filled him with excitement. With the spell's enhancement, the spearmen could finally threaten the enemy knights.
It might not be enough to win the battle, but at the very least it would make the enemy wary. If they could simply bypass him and go after the soft targets behind him, that would be even better.
At this critical moment, Matthew could not help considering how to preserve his strength.
Unfortunately, that choice was not in his hands.
He soon realized in astonishment that the White Lion Knights seemed to scorn the formation he had arranged. The Tonigellian knights did not even pause before charging straight toward them.
Matthew even seemed to hear someone shouting an order: "...Charge!"
It was a steady, yet remarkably young, male voice.
"Are you insane?" Matthew almost