A Complete Victory

"Take a few men! Follow me up there!" Mekasha had grown impatient. She wanted nothing more than to kill Reiner with her own hands and avenge her father and brothers.

Moreover, leading men in an assault on Reiner's position was extremely dangerous. The rewards were enormous, but the enemy army could turn back at any moment. If that happened, they would all be in for a world of trouble.

Mekasha picked out a few men, then led them around the defensive line formed by Reiner's attendants and charged toward the high platform where Reiner stood.

Reiner's heart jolted. This was the first time in all the years since he had unified the Northern Frontier that he had faced an enemy at such close range.

The enemy was already less than twenty meters away. On horseback, they could reach him in just one or two seconds.

Looking at the person before him, Reiner became even more certain of her identity. Her features had seemed somewhat indistinct before, but now he could see even the individual strands of her hair clearly.

"Charge! Kill him!"

The small high platform where Reiner stood had a complicated structure and was extremely sturdy. It was not some flimsy wooden platform that would shatter if struck by a warhorse.

Thus, Mekasha ordered the eight cavalrymen she had brought with her to climb onto the platform and kill Reiner.

The platform was only a little over two meters high. Although that height was enough to prevent the men from effectively attacking Reiner with longswords while mounted, two meters was hardly a safe distance.

They could easily climb up and surround Reiner, killing him by sheer numbers.

Reiner drew the longsword at his waist. It was a splendid weapon, extremely sharp, with gems set into its hilt. It suited