She Was Sent by God

“Possibly the king is aware of it and will attempt to put an end to it in the Nofron plain”

 

“That will be the final stop.”

 

“The quickest and easiest way is to drop Meteor where the enemy is, but because it’s a plain, the density of soldiers is an issue.”

 

“How about we gather them all together?”

 

Laslo scratched his chin.

 

“Gather them?”

 

“Are you making fun of your opponent, your excellency?”

 

“How about we divide the army into three, pretend to retreat, then move back to the center and embrace it with both wings?”

 

“Wait a minute, there are more than 12,000 soldiers.
Is it possible to make specific changes?”

 

Marquis Songrad inquired, his brow furrowed

 

“It isn’t difficult if the signal system is properly implemented.”

 

Laslo responded solemnly.

 

“I’d be thrilled if that were possible.
By the way, how many times can you use that magic?”

 

“It takes at least 30 minutes to use it once, and if someone interferes, we have to start over.
We can only do it twice a day.”

 

“Well, I’ll have to take that into consideration,” Erica said, looking at the map.

 

“I believe we must consider how Count Barania will turn out.”

 

The meeting lasted longer than anticipated.
The servant came and whispered to Agnes as the sun set in the west and the sky turned dark.

 

“Is he here?”

 

“Yes.
Should I bring him here?”

 

“Do so.”

 

Agnes grinned as she rose from her seat.

 

“I’d like to introduce you to someone.”

 

“Who’s joining us? Count Dothruth?”

 

“You’ll know when you see him.”

 

Soon after, the door opened, and a man in a rat-colored cape entered.
They seemed interested in who was in it.

 

Everyone opened their mouths when the cape was peeled off and the identity was revealed.
Erica, of course, was the most surprised.

 

“ROLAND?”

 

* * *

 

Count Barania was always reserved.
Since the day she was born, she has never changed.

 

Lisa has hated it so much since she was a child.
It was suffocating.
The atmosphere in their house weighed heavily on her shoulders, especially when she was alone with her mother.

 

“I heard you’ll be fighting tomorrow.”

 

“Yes, and I have something to tell you.”

 

The Count removed the Barania seal and some papers from the drawer.

 

“It’s a document in which I delegate all of my powers to you while I’m away.
Check it out.”

 

“All right.”

 

“You are the head of Barania if I am not in the mansion.
Call Anton and Bayla in case of emergency so they can discuss and decide for you.

 

Count Barania spoke more extensively than usual.
Lisa, who had been quietly listening to her mother, looked up.

 

“I understand what you mean.
Can I go now?”

 

“……Yes.”

 

Lisa turned around and walked to the door.
She heard a small voice whispering behind her back just as she was about to pull the doorknob.

 

“If I die, turn yourself into the Arpad army.”

 

“What?”

 

Lisa whirled around and looked directly into the count’s eyes.

 

“What are you talking about now?”

 

“Do you think I wouldn’t know you were in contact with Princess Agnes?”

 

For a split second, Lisa forgot how to breathe.
She managed to raise the corners of her mouth.

 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, mother,”

 

“Pretend to be ignorant.
After all, only Anton and I are aware.”

 

The count then calmly rummaged through the papers.
Lisa paused before approaching her mother.

 

“Why did you keep quiet when you knew?”

 

“Because I can’t afford to lose you as well.”

 

“…….”

 

The count’s words had bones.
Lisa unconsciously stared at her mother.

 

Since she was young, she had a deep-seated hatred for her mother.
Her mother was a cold-blooded person with no blood or tears; she never cried even when her father died.
She muttered with a perplexed expression.

 

“I don’t understand you, mother.”

 

“I didn’t ask for your understanding,” Count Barania stated emphatically.

 

“Why are you defending a man like that? Nobody knows how many people King Sebastian killed better than you.”

 

“…….”

 

“He throws people over the wall if they appear dirty or if they contract infectious diseases.
How many times have you witnessed him dismiss a loyalist? Why?”

 

“There has never been a time in my life when I have questioned my fate.”

 

The lips that spoke about fate did not tremble.
There was no haziness or hesitation in her eyes.
Lisa clenched her fist and shook her head.

 

“I’d rather surrender to Arpad’s army right now.
You’re well aware that the odds are stacked against the king.”

 

“You never know, the battle is not yet over.”

 

“Mother! Don’t be stubborn, please.
I’ve already asked the Duke.
Princess Agnes will spare mother’s life if she ascends to the throne.

 

Lisa expressed her eagerness.
Following that, Count Barania made a very faint smile.

 

“I’ll fight until I drop for my king.
You fight for your king.”

 

“……Mother.”

 

“Get out of here now.  You have a lot of work ahead of you.”