The Red Knight of War.
Her name itself symbolizes war, and among the Four Knights, she possessed power enough to be called a disaster based solely on her pure force.
The strike she unleashed previously was the maximum force she could muster in an instant.
The moment her power clashed with the opponent, she felt a considerable sense of unease from her own sword.
Even though her opponent was completely obliterated, she felt that her full-force attack had been slightly hindered.
âItâs hard⦠No, it feels as though the attack itself was distorted.â
It was likely an ability that nullified physical attacks that touched the body.
But such abilities ultimately respond to the userâs magical power, and typically, if pushed with power exceeding magical force, they are bound to be breached.
As a result, although the opponentâs ability was extraordinary, she was superior in capability, which decided the outcome.
Had the opponent engaged in combat more cautiously, there was a considerable chance they could have neutralized her attacks multiple times.
âIndeed, troublesome⦠These heroes are.â
Indeed, purely in terms of ability, they were not to be underestimated.
This was the Red Knightâs evaluation of the hero from their previous clash.
âWhat? Is he an idiot?â
To those unaware of the process, it would have simply appeared as if the hero charged recklessly and died.
Aware of this blunt evaluation being voiced nearby, the Red Knight quietly turned to look at the undead figure beside her.
Unlike the other undead who were busy attacking the fortress wall at her command, this one, wearing a mask, was the only one who ignored her orders and stayed by her side.
âI thought they might have something up their sleeve, but they just ran in and got killed immediately⦠Pfffft, itâs astonishing that someone with such low intelligence survived this long~â
ââ¦Blight, why are you in the army I lead?â
Blight, the White Knight of Plague.
No, more accurately, a âpuppetâ created by his hand.
He merely assembled suitable corpses to form a body, injected it with his magic, and replicated his consciousness within it.
While the original was likely engaging in a feint attack from another direction, she was curious why he attached this clone to her.
Was there some message he needed to convey?
âWhy did I come? I came to keep our Red Knight company, so she doesnât get bored~â
ââ¦Blight, youâ¦â
âWhoa~! Donât be so harsh~ I mean, comrades can share a joke or two while running operations, right?â
Blight stepped back two paces, startled.
Arguing was normal for them, but that was strictly when they werenât in the middle of an operation.
âDo you think what we are doing now is a joke?â
Despite it being a command from their master, how could he so casually speak of jokes when facing their enemies?
âPuhuhu, itâs a joke~!â
Even so, Blight maintained his characteristic playful demeanor as he responded to her.
âIt doesnât matter how many living humans come at us; itâs not really a problem, is it? You know well what our âtitlesâ signify.â
As he said, each of the Four Horsemen of the Corpse Lord embodied the potential to bring about humanityâs downfall.
For beings like them, created in their image, humans were no more than insects to be crushed underfoot.
In fact, if they didnât even have the leisure to joke around, it would be considered an insult.
ââ¦Itâs a matter of attitude.â
Yet the Red Knight steadfastly maintained her stance.
No matter how easily they could defeat humans, if discipline wasnât upheld, loyalty would eventually crumble.
âAh, itâs always like this with you.â
âYouâre right, Blight. I donât care what you are or what thoughts brought you here. But if it means ignoring the orders given by our motherâ¦â
âYeah~ Got it~ For the sake of serving our great master, Iâll refrain from jokes from now on.â
Blight grumbled that it would have been more fun if a certain other person had come along.
The Red Knight, losing interest in his complaints, turned her focus back to the battle, when Blightâs clone called out to her again.
âEnough jokes, I actually came here to seriously ask you something.â
âWhat are you going to say this timeâ¦?â
âAnnabel Britannia.â
The Red Knightâs movements halted abruptly.
If it had been another joke, she would have sliced him in half, but she did not raise her sword.
The name mentioned was something she could not ignore.
ââ¦Youâve always said you couldnât remember your name. Is that really your name?â
ââ¦â¦â
The Red Knight silently turned to look at Blight.
Blight, still wearing a mask and draped in white rags, was there, but the mischievous smile was gone.
Yes, it seemed the question was of significant importance to him.
ââ¦Is that really so important?â
âImportant? Of course. To us, attachment is power, and names play the most crucial role in thatâ¦â
Slash!
His neck was severed by a belated swing of the sword.
It was flung away, but the Red Knightâs attention had long since turned to the battlefield.
âIf youâre going to talk nonsense, get lost. Even if your real body is focused on the operation, babbling beside me will only hinder what Iâm about to do.â
ââ¦Kuhuhu. Itâs troubling how sensitively youâre reacting. Itâs different from usual.â
The cloneâs head chuckled.
As the power within it gradually faded, Blightâs clone began to leave its last words using its crumbling consciousness.
âFine, letâs save the unfinished conversation after the operation. Please take your time, Princess Annabel~â
The head collapsed as its power completely drained.
Withdrawing his interest, the Red Knight stepped towards the fierce battlefield at the walls.
As she did, the name he had mentioned gradually resurfaced in her mind.
âAnnabel Britannia. The last heir of a kingdom destroyed by plague.â
Had she lived, she would have been destined to be a leader, but such hypothetical musings meant nothing to the dead.
Everything achieved in life must be abandoned the moment one is buried in the grave.
Even if those memories formed her foundation, indulging in the past glory would accomplish nothing in the present.
âYes, I am but a puppet existing for mother.â
And her lingering attachment was solely to fight for her mother.
To become the sword that fulfills the lingering regrets of her mother in her previous life.
âA tool living for motherâ¦. If mother wishes for the extinction of humanity, I, too, must dream of humanityâs extinction.â
Annabel, revived solely with that single attachment, soon began to observe the siege conducted by the undead.
KRAAAAAAAAH!!
Undead, far more ferocious and powerful than the ordinary, aimed to gnaw through the walls situated within the valley.
Empowered by the strength of war she bestowed upon them, their power and violence far surpassed that of typical undead.
No matter how sturdy the walls were, without strong resistance, it was only a matter of time before they crumbled under their power.
âThe enemies are shaving down the walls!â
âArchers to your positions! If the enemies notice and respond, set up palisades to conceal and ready yourselves!!!â
However, their opponents were the legion summoned from the Empire to defend this place.
Following a competent and passionate officer, they, despite holding the advantage of the walls, were determined to drive back the undeadâs assault without complacency.
âMage Battalion, 1st Unit! Lay down a barrage on the outer areas to herd the enemies towards the center! If the enemies are driven into one spot to avoid the attack, annihilate them there!â
âInfantry, wait behind! If the enemies canât get over the walls, thereâs no need to go out and fight!â
CRASH! BANG!
A volley of arrows and magic rained down from atop the walls.
With the undead swept away helplessly by the attack, the shouts of the humans, sensing an advantageous turn in the battle, began to resound loudly.
âDonât lose heart! These walls are protecting us!â
âIf it continues like this, the advantage in the fight is ours! Sweep them all away!â
Indeed, in war, defense is overwhelmingly more advantageous than siege.
In human history, it wasnât uncommon for sieges to drag on for years, making it inefficient to throw troops at such battles.
That is, if this were a war between humans.
âDefense Captain! The enemies are climbing the walls from the sides!â
âCut them off immediately!â
âItâs impossible! Weâve exhausted too much magical power on the barrage, cutting off our firepower!! We need time to gather more magical energy!â
Yes, to live means to expend energy.
Physical and mental strength needs replenishment, but the undead were free from such concerns.
As long as they have the magic to reanimate their bodies, they could fight endlessly.
If drawn into a war of attrition with such beings, gaps would inevitably form in human defenses due to their limited stamina.
RUMBLE!
Such a gap emerged at this moment.
Realizing this, the Red Knight prepared to swing her sword, gathering her magic.
âDefense Captain! The Red Knight is gathering magic over there!â
âWh-what is she trying toâ¦? Oh no! Everyone, get down!!!â
BOOOM!!!!!
A storm shot forth, swirling with an aura of immense magical power.
The impact sheared off the surface of the walls, starting cracks that reached where the soldiers were stationed.
At that moment, the walls, erected and reinforced over a month, showed signs of collapse from a single strike.
KWANG, KWAANG!
As such a powerful strike hit several times, despair began to bloom on the faces of the soldiers stationed on the walls.
Surely, conducting a siege with comparatively fewer forces was supposed to be merely a distraction.
Could it be that this monster intends to break the walls and invade right here?
âS-stop her! Stop her now!!â
âItâs impossible! The undead have already climbed up to the wallsâ¦!â
âShoot regardless! If we canât stop that thing, the walls will collapse!!â
The undead took advantage of the chaos to climb up to the walls.
Although armed forces were sent up belatedly to protect the archers and mages, by then, Annabel was already prepared to deliver the decisive blow.
Indeed, if it could be brought down, launching a direct invasion rather than just causing a disturbance would be perfectly acceptable.
KWAAAAH!!
When such a single-minded strike hit the main beam, the already unstable walls finally crumbled down on the spot.
All the humans standing atop could do was futilely resist the gravity and falling rocks crushing them.
âAAAAAAH! S-save meâ¦â
CRASH, BANG!
A river of blood flowed through the scene of the disastrous collapse.
Annabel, stepping into the silent scene caused by this, soon drove her magic-infused sword into the ground.
âHalf of the forces I brought were consumed in breaking down the wallâ¦â
Even an army that knows no fear suffers heavy losses when charging recklessly.
Yet, Annabel did not consider the battle unfavorable.
âNumerical disadvantage can be made up for during the course of the war.â
CRACK, CRACK.
Magic spread from her sword, reanimating the corpses buried in the rubble, forcing them to stand.
The corpses, now reanimated, joined her ranks.
Sensing alarm, the commander urgently shouted to the soldiers defending the defensive line formed across the gorge.
âDamn it, assault team! Block the enemiesâ entry right now! If they break through here, the damage will be even greater!!â
âOh, itâs no use. There, my comrade isâ¦â
âHansen! Snap out of it! Itâs me! Your best friend⦠Ack!!â
Those who had been their comrades just a moment ago suddenly turned into their enemies.
The undead, unrelenting, rushed towards their former comrades, unable to accept the change, seeking to quench their thirst with their flesh and bones.
The soldiers, barely grasping the situation and attempting to regroup, found that over a hundred of those near the walls had already been infected and joined the undead legion.
âMy army. Sweep away everything in sight.â
Yet, no one dared to charge at the commander leading them.
The adversary was a being with the strength to single-handedly break walls that thousands of troops couldnât.
With no assurance of victory, even if they risked their lives, morale rapidly declined with each step she took.
âPlunder their lives, and mock the dignity they hold dearer than life itself.â
Yes, humans were such insignificant beings.
No matter that war starts at the hands of humans, it is called a disaster because they cannot suppress the waves of madness themselves.
For her, who was war itself, this current fight was not even a source of amusement.
âAnd prove to those foolish ones.â
âThat everything happening here is the result of the original sin held by humanityâ¦!â
âAh, aaaah! Save me!â
Following that, even the soldiers who lost their will to fight and dropped their weapons began to flee in droves.
But the corpses had no sympathy.
They merely followed their instincts, persistently pursuing to incorporate them into the whirlwind of madness.
CRASH, BANG!!!
Just as the advance was about to breach the valley and crash into the main base, the upper part of the valley collapsed, beginning to block their path forward.
The survivors managed to narrowly save their lives due to the path being blocked by falling rocks.
Following that, the ground where the rocks had fallen began to turn upside down due to some force, turning the inside of the valley into a battlefield.
RUMBLE, CRASH!
It was a phenomenon that seemed like gravity had been reversed.
Then, as gravity restored, the earth and debris rained down on the undead.
ââ¦Who are you?â
Seeing her troops buried alive, Annabel halted her advance momentarily and raised her sword towards the one blocking her path.
There stood a paladin, heavily armored in white.
âA knight of the Meter Order, Nam Ja-seong.â
With his back to the blocked entrance of the valley, he began to make a display of his presence, his symbolic weapon âLarge Shovelâ slung over his shoulder.
âIâve come to bury you in this valley.â
Though he was alone.
He presented an appearance more solid than hundreds of troops and even the walls themselves.