That night, the atmosphere in Stormveil Castle, far behind the lines, was still rather tense.
It was mainly the civilians gathered there. They knew little about the situation outside and felt they were in considerable danger.
They had all heard of the Redmane Army's great reputation, while young master Godrick, who currently led them, had long been notorious as a wastrel.
It went without saying which side their hearts would lean toward.
To be honest, even Godrick himself lacked confidence.
Experiencing war for the first time gave him a feeling he could not quite describe.
His heart pounded fiercely. Alongside his nervousness, there was a hint of excitement.
The blood of the Golden Lineage made him yearn for war, made him want to twist off his enemies' heads and drink deep of their blood.
Yet his personal strength told him that he should not set foot on the battlefield just yet.
Staying obediently in the castle with everyone else was the wisest choice.
Leaving rashly would only cause trouble for the Banished Knights.
All he could do was sit tight and listen to reports.
After dinner, a messenger soldier ran in and said, "Young master! Good news from the front!"
"We held out against the first day's assault! The Redmane Army has withdrawn for now and made camp in the field."
Godrick exclaimed upon hearing this, "We won! We won, we won! We won!"
"Young master, young master, calm down. Calm down." The Banished Knight beside him held him down. "We haven't won yet. We only made it through the first day."
"The first evolution"
"Oh, oh, the first day." Godrick wiped his face. He, too, felt he had gotten overly excited.
This did not even count as an interim victory. There were still hundreds of thousands of enemies outside,