The two enemy Lothair vampire knights were cut in half by a single slash of a mithril blade.
The situation had changed completely.
Meanwhile, Yuffie and Lynn continued fighting together.
There was no need to say it; they both knew it. Lothair couldn't handle four opponents at once and was being thoroughly suppressed.
Lothair could feel the blessing on him beginning to weaken.
Because he could no longer steal anything.
He couldn't steal his enemies' ability to control their emotions.
He couldn't steal their hearts and make them afraid.
Even physically, it was difficult to hurt these people now that they'd rallied, or to shake their courage.
The goddess of fate wasn't on Lothair's side this time.
What's more, Lynn had never believed in fate, so he continued to calculate everything precisely.
His infantry and cavalry could no longer support each other.
Lothair saw it.
His infantry, under constant bombardment, the 75 Cannon's opening salvo, and machine-gun suppressive fire, were beginning to lose all cohesion.
The Northern Border soldiers, who had originally been shaken by the might of his army, were rapidly recovering their morale.
Morale was a very important thing.
Throughout history, there had been many utterly absurd wars.
In recent history, there was Lothair himself. But who had Lothair learned from?
He had heard about his mother's exploits through hearsay.
The Empire had entered its most perilous hour; humanity had reached its most perilous hour.
It was like the Eastern Empire during the Central Lands' era, reduced to a corner of the southeast, hidden among the mountains.
Redmond Forrest, the Duke Protector who had risen and fallen three times, had been in the southeastern corner of the Central Lands. He had led the emperor—the one who had been strangled with a bowstring—to a successful Northern Expedition.
It hadn't