Bang!
The knights drew their second muskets and fired another volley, sending a squad of soldiers who had secretly raised their guns toppling neatly to the ground.
The soldiers who came out were merely standing there, while the knights were mounted and had an excellent view. Any small movement was visible at a glance, and firing from above was all the more convenient.
With a ring, the prince drew his longsword. "Soldiers, follow your lord and slay the rebels!"
With that, he took the lead, sword in hand, charging toward Rad. The knights guarded his flanks as they advanced with him.
The prince's golden curls fluttered in the wind, with brightly armored knights behind him.
The soldiers' gazes followed the arc traced by the sword in his hand, then fixed on Rad as its point indicated.
Rad collapsed onto the ground in terror.
Having lived in Blood Port for years and managed the Harbor Guard, he had never truly set foot on a battlefield. Faced with the prince's murderous gaze, his mind went completely blank.
Among the several squads of personal guards following him, some immediately threw down their weapons, while others stood rooted to the spot in hesitation. Only a few raised their muskets.
The prince fired at once. Their muskets had long been prepared and could fire with a pull of the trigger, while the soldiers opposite were still frantically pouring gunpowder into their barrels.
Only when the prince charged right up to them did they finally react and reach for their blades.
But it was already too late. The prince's sword sliced through their flesh.
Some of the quicker ones had drawn their blades early, but before they could strike, Galahad, following behind the prince, casually swung his sword, cleaving them and their blocking weapons cleanly in