The area near the north gate of White Dew City had become a meat grinder.
Countless warriors from the Pegasus Army were coming in waves, attempting to retake control of the North City Gate, but the Nicoll familyâs army firmly occupied the city tower, repelling the Pegasus Armyâs attacks time after time.
Even though the Pegasus Army was inside the city, trying to retake the North City Tower was essentially like conducting a city siege, which was quite ironic.
Under such circumstances, the Pegasus Army had to pay a heavy toll in lives every getting a step closer.
Dense arrow rains continuously fell from the city top, shooting down one Pegasus Army soldier after another to the ground. If not for the military law officers pressing from behind, the reorganized Pegasus Army might have likely collapsed in retreat by then.
However, the Nicoll familyâs army on the opposite side wasnât doing well either. They were at a disadvantage in terms of numbers, and the chaotic nature of the battle left many warriors confused about how they ended up fighting against the Pegasus Army, each of them in a state blood-lusting stupor.
Therefore, both sides were in a stalemate aiming at each otherâs weakness, making it hard to discern who was fairing slightly worse.
Atop the tower, Count Evan was anxiously gazing at the direction of the Blood Knight Armyâs camp outside the city.
âWhatâs going on? Didnât those North Territory guards escape back just now? Why hasnât the Blood Knight Army moved yet?â
Count Nicoll, standing next to him, opened his mouth to answer but found himself at a loss for words.
He had a vague feeling of impending dread, but also knew that they were already without a retreat path and had no choice but to follow Count Evan to the very end.
Count Evan stared into the darkness in the distance, as if trying to see through this curtain of darkness to understand the situation in the Blood Knight Armyâs camp.
But that was obviously in vain.
The deep night shrouded everything in an unknown fog, leaving Count Evan to rely on guesswork to judge the possible movements of the Blood Knight Army.
After a long silence, Count Evanâs expression changed, and he suddenly began speaking:
âDo you think we might have overestimated Colin Anglerâs position within the Blood Knight Army?â
Count Nicoll paused before saying, âYou mean, the Blood Knight Army might not care much about Colin Anglerâs life or death?â
âExactly!â Count Evanâs gaze was intense, as if he had seen through it all. âThink about it, Colin Angler has only been leading the Blood Knight Army for a little over a year. In such a short time, no matter how talented he is, itâs impossible for him to completely erase the imprint left by Marquis Garcia!
âWeâve been mistakenly assuming that Colin Angler is the soul of this army. But what if heâs just a figurehead, and thereâs someone else pulling the strings?â
Rubbing his chin, Count Nicoll nodded in agreement, saying:
âThereâs a definite possibility. After all, the Angler family was originally a minor baron who probably couldnât even afford a cavalry. Colin Angler likely knew nothing about cavalry warfare before he met Marquis Garcia.
âSo, how could he possibly become a genius cavalry commander after a mere trip to the Sky Ice Plain with Marquis Garcia?
âAll this time, itâs highly likely that someone else has been commanding the Blood Knight Army!â
âNot only is someone else commanding, but the Blood Knight Army may not even truly belong to Colin Angler!â Count Evan interjected, a hint of triumphant excitement in his voice. âMarquis Garcia, or perhaps even the St. Hilde Family, is the true owner of this cavalry!
âSo when news of Colin Anglerâs death broke, the Blood Knight Army didnât charge into the city seeking revenge as we had expected.
âThis just proves that the Blood Knight Army was never truly loyal to Colin Angler. So when he died, the Blood Knight Army didnât go mad with rage, but instead became hesitant.â
âSo, what should we do?â Count Nicoll frowned, looking somewhat worried. âIf the Blood Knight Army doesnât enter the city, the Nicoll familyâs army alone wonât be able to hold off the Pegasus Army!â
Count Evanâs eyes glittered dangerously as he answered coldly:
âIf the Blood Knight Army wonât come in, we will lure them in.â
âHow do we do that?â
âBy causing even greater chaos!â
âEven greater chaos?â
âExactly.â Count Evanâs face became somewhat fierce, âThe Blood Knight Army is now standing by, which means they are also hesitant.
Even though they may not truly swear loyalty to Colin Angler, this man is still a Count of the Empire, the Guardian of the North Territory, and the husband of Duke St. Hilde, an incredibly esteemed figure.
If he dies within White Dew City, the Blood Knight Army cannot simply run away and dodge accountability to Duke St. Hilde.
So, they are actually very eager to enter the city, they are just worried about falling into another trap like last time.
Then, letâs make this city truly chaotic, chaotic enough for the Blood Knight Army to completely rid themselves of doubts, and charge in confidently.â
Count Nicollâs eyes widened, he hesitantly reminded:
âCount Evan, are you not worried that the situation might completely spiral out of control?â
âSo what if it spirals out of control?â Count Evan replied resolutely, âEven if that means turning White Dew City into ruins, Iâll spare no sacrifices!â
Count Nicoll stared at Count Evan with a face full of horror, seeming to have reacquainted himself with this second son of the Eastern Territory Duke.
Count Evan gave a slight smile, unconcerned, saying: âWhy are you so upset? Itâs not like this would be the first time White Dew City has turned into ruins.
Moreover, after the last destruction, the rebuilt White Dew City became even larger and more prosperous. Iâm sure after the next reconstruction, it will only be even better.
Just like a phoenix reborn from the flames, destruction paves the way for rebirth.
The Eastern Territory, at this moment, requires such rebirth!â
Count Nicoll remained silent for a long while, his eyes gradually showing determination, as if he had made up his mind, he asked:
âThen, Count Evan, how do you plan to create real chaos in White Dew City? The Nicoll Familyâs army alone might not suffice, right?â
Count Evan took a deep breath, gazing at the castle standing in the center of White Dew City, he declared in a low voice:
âI shall personally visit White Dew Fortress!â
Count Nicollâs face instantly changed, advising: âCount Evan, returning to White Dew Fortress is not a good idea at this time.â
âI have no other choice.â Count Evan replied with firm conviction, âYou know as well, the Nicoll Family alone cannot cause the whole White Dew City to fall into chaos. I must garner more support from the Eastern Territory lords. Only if their armies within the city also side with us, can we possibly suppress the Pegasus Army.
Hence, I must go!
You need not worry about me, my mother is currently distraught over Colin Anglerâs death, she may not have the leisure to care about me.â
Count Nicoll once again warned:
âCount Evan, even if the Duchess has no time to bother with you, if you venture into White Dew Fortress alone now, how certain are you about persuading those lords to follow you?â
Count Evan replied confidently with a smile: âI donât have much certainty, but what about if I have the two highnesses on my side?â
âThe two highnesses?â Count Nicollâs eyes lit up, âYou mean Prince Harrison and Princess Judy?â
âAbsolutely! Colin Angler was their teacher. As long as I can meet them, and do a little stirring and instigation, it wouldnât be hard to make them blame the mistress of White Dew Fortress for their teacherâs death.
Moreover, the agency of the royal family has always been in opposition to the Church. If I promise to sever all ties with the Church henceforward in the Eastern Territory, wouldnât the two highnesses be willing to help me deal with my mother?
With the support of Prince Harrison and Princess Judy, if I then stir up the lords of the Eastern Territory, Iâll have a seventy or eighty percent chance of success!â
Count Nicoll nodded, but still looked worried, âIt all makes good sense, butâ¦the risks are also extremely highâ¦â
âWhat doesnât involve risk?â Count Evan retorted belligerently, âIf I miss this opportunity, Iâll never have a chance at becoming the Duke of Eastern Territory!â
Count Nicoll clenched his teeth, then stated determinedly:
âFine! I will arrange for someone to escort you out immediately!â