In the blink of an eye, dusk had come on a new day.
Jeanne stood alone atop the city wall tower, letting the evening breeze wash over her.
The French National Guard she had personally trained had suffered considerable casualties in the previous battle.
Though, in theory, pikemen would not be at a disadvantage against heavily armored cavalry.
In a transcendent world, however, the difference in rank between both sides also had to be taken into account.
Facing the combined charge of two elite knights orders, such casualties had been unavoidable no matter what.
Even so, Jeanne still felt saddened by it.
It was impossible not to develop feelings for the soldiers she had personally trained.
Before Jeanne had received her enhancements and advancement, she had personally drilled those newly recruited National Guard soldiers in the training grounds governed by the laws of the Temporal Sequence.
Most of them were female subjects from the territory.
After all, Jeanne's French National Guard had originally been a legion intended for women.
Those who joined were women with ambition, willing to shed blood and give their lives for the territory.
Their most defining trait was that they were no less capable than men.
They were every bit as admirable as those hot-blooded men.
"You look a little sad."
As Jeanne stood there blankly in the wind.
Zong Shen's voice came from behind her.
"My lord..."
Jeanne was about to rise and bow, but Zong Shen merely waved his hand.
In truth, their actual casualties were not as severe as they appeared. His privilege, [Revival Blessing], had already been raised to its maximum level through the expenditure of Denars.
After suffering a fatal blow, every subject in the territory had an 18% chance of receiving Revival Blessing once.
This privilege was a permanent effect