Sovell put away his longbow. Azure light flickered across his White Robe, and in the blink of an eye, he was back inside Artoria's command tent.
"Your Majesty, Sir Percival has unleashed the Holy Spear Longinus and led the knights in shattering Liens's infantry formation. Sir Agravain is advancing with our infantry."
Sovell placed a hand over his chest in salute and reported the events on the battlefield to Artoria.
"Have Liens himself or Llywelyn appeared on the battlefield?"
"Your Majesty, there has been no sign of Liens. His younger brother Llywelyn, however, has personally taken the field as commander of the cavalry."
Artoria lowered her head and considered this for a moment before giving her orders.
"I see... Very well. Sir Sovell, tell Sir Palamedes to set out immediately and support Sir Percival.
"You should go as well, Sir Sovell. If Liens suddenly appears, you can intervene. We must win this first battle."
"As you command, Your Majesty."
Sovell slowly withdrew from the tent and headed toward the Archers' camp under Palamedes's command.
Having conquered all of northern Britain, Liens commanded the combined forces of the Eleven Kings and his own troops-the full might of twelve rulers.
With fifty thousand cavalry, seventy thousand infantry, and countless logistical troops, calling it an army of two hundred thousand was no exaggeration.
Against such a sea of men, Artoria's only advantage was the full ten high-tier combatants under her command.
However, to prevent too many high-tier combatants from flooding the battlefield and devastating Britain's working population, Artoria had no choice but to deploy only a handful of those ten to the front lines.
Sovell and Artoria served as the final line of defense against Liens himself, who wielded Marmiadoysse.
After all, allowing the battle to spiral out of control for the