Count Antusol rode his beloved pure white warhorse, Pineapple, briskly up a hill that rose above the surrounding terrain. Tilting his head slightly, he glanced at the scattered troops on the distant plain. His lips curled upward, his expression brimming with contempt.
"Those fellows are the Rulson Kingdom's army? From the look of them, there can't even be five thousand. Where did they get the nerve to stand in my way?"
"My lord, please don't underestimate them. Look, the Rulson Kingdom's troops have already equipped themselves with quite a lot of military magic machinery, even more than our legion has. We'll need to be extra careful."
"Military magic machinery?" Count Antusol snorted. "You people talk about those things all day long, as though you couldn't fight a war without them. I don't see what's so impressive. With so few men on their side, one charge from my elite heavy cavalry will finish them all off."
"Well... my lord, I still think we should be careful. What if..."
"There are no what-ifs!" Count Antusol waved impatiently, cutting off his loyal adjutant's advice. "Pass on my orders. Have the Heavy Cavalry Battalion form up and prepare to charge. Right from the start, we're going to teach these fellows who dare defy our Candel Empire a bloody lesson!"
The adjutant glanced at the Rulson Army in the distance. They stood in scattered ranks, clearly numbering only a few thousand, without so much as a single warhorse among them. He could not help shaking his head. Even if the enemy had this so-called military magic machinery, they probably posed little threat. He stopped trying to persuade Count Antusol and passed on his orders.
The force Count Antusol commanded on this campaign was the Radiant Legion, reputed to be one of the Candel Empire's ten