Civil War Period – The End of an Old Era
The morale that seemed to be sky-high after cutting off the Blue Knight’s head was dashed by the shocking sight of the person who cut off the head exploding and giving birth to a stillborn child in front of everyone.
The army that was approaching carrying the flags of the Duke of Brittany and the Count of Mirbeau heard the Marquis d’Or’s cry and began to rush to the rear of the king’s army, shouting.
“Charge, charge!”
With Gaston’s shout, the knights and cavalry rushed in, and the cannons spewed fire and fired steel bullets from the rear. The king’s army, startled by the attack from behind, fell into confusion.
“What is it? From the rear? “Aren’t you an ally?”
The fact that the flags of the Duke of Brittany and the Count of Mirbeau alerted him that the army approaching from the rear was reinforcements was a disaster for the king’s army.
The morale of the soldiers was at an all-time low due to the Blue Knight’s monstrous bravery, but when enemy reinforcements arrived, the cost of any measures taken to reassure the soldiers was high.
“The Duke of Brittany betrayed!”
“what?”
Before the king and his vassals could react, the misunderstanding that our troops, who they thought were reinforcements, had betrayed them and were attacking them from the rear spread throughout the camp.
Even the non-commissioned officers who were shouting loudly in an attempt to somehow manage the situation were hit by the Marquis de So’s arrows again and again, and the King’s army, which was already shaking, began to rapidly collapse.
“The Marquis So has come to help! Attack!”
“Long live Lafayette!”
“Charge! “The Blue Knight’s revenge!”
On the other hand, the presence of the Marquis de la Marquis, who appeared with reinforcements and shot the commander of the Guards who killed the Blue Knight, gave Lafayette’s army, which was in despair at the death of the Blue Knight, a boost of morale that would no longer be there.
“At the command of His Excellency the Count of Anjou, I have come to repay the debt I owe to the Lesser Marquis of Lafayette!
“The army of the County of Anjou will support Lafayette’s army from now on!”
When the army of the County of Anjou finally arrived there and joined in, the king’s army completely lost its will.
“How on earth did this happen? “My knights, my guard knight commander, my army…!”
King Louis muttered with a devastated look on his face, but the king’s army was already falling into irreparable chaos, as the knights and commanders of the Guards who were supposed to command the army were wiped out.
“Your Majesty! The enemy army will soon reach here! You must avoid it!”
“Avoid blood?”
After a long civil war, King Louis was confident of victory when he held a glorious coronation ceremony in Lumière and set out majestically with an army of 20,000 men and countless knights.
Although I was scared and agitated by the Blue Knight, I thought I would win if I stopped catching him. The king had never imagined or could understand a situation where he was being driven to defeat even though the Blue Knight was dead.
“Did we lose?”
“I apologize, Your Majesty. This battle is already wrong.”
King Louis looked down at the corpses of his knights lying where the Blue Knight had passed with shaking gaze.
And his army, which is collapsing as it is attacked from two sides amidst chaos and chaos.
“Retreat to Rue Lumière.”
A majestic army of 20,000 men and hundreds of knights. He intuitively realized that he would never lead such people again.
King Louis, who uttered despairing words, turned his eyes blankly and saw the enemies crowding in, throwing away the flags of the Duke of Brittany and the Count of Mirbeau and holding the flag of Lafayette.
The cursed image of the roaring lion, the coat of arms of Lafayette, which they held up, was engraved in the king’s eyes.
“If only those Lafayette bastards weren’t there, I would…!”
“Attend Your Majesty! hurry!”
The King’s flag barely escaped the battlefield before being surrounded.
However, the majority of the troops were left behind, and upon seeing that scene, the royal army lost its last remaining will to fight.
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The setting sun cast a blood-red color on the plain where the heat of battle had died down.
Countless numbers of the King’s troops lost their lives, and just as many were taken prisoner.
And there were just as many casualties among our troops.
I rode slowly along the plain that was the battlefield.
On the battlefield where countless corpses of soldiers were piled up, the only road where the Marquis galloped with his horse was left open for the horses to pass through as there were no corpses to avoid him.
I followed the path to the barracks on the hill, reached the battlefield where hundreds of corpses were piled up, and got off my horse looking at the piles of corpses of knights.
I walked slowly along the path of dismembered and mutilated corpses and the blood that covered them all.
The weapons that the Marquis had swung and thrown and the corpses with them stuck were lined up everywhere, so aspects of the battle that I had not seen in person came into view.
Just by following that path, you can see how the Marquis fought and how he charged.
I slowly followed the path up the hill and finally reached the armor that had lost its original color and was stained blood red.
The body of the Marquis, lying headless and looking up at the sky.
As I was quietly looking down at it, a knight with a familiar face came running in with a gasp.
When I was called to the Marquis’s camp before returning, the knight who guided me had a blood-stained bandage over one eye.
In his hand, which appeared to be seriously injured, was a familiar helmeted head.
The knight who came before me, holding it like a precious treasure, knelt down and held it out to me.
“I’m sorry, Marquis So. “I was unable to serve His Excellency the Marquis until the very end.”
I quietly accepted the helmet he handed me and opened my mouth to him.
“What is your name?”
“…This is Daniel Martin. “Marquis de Minor.”
His face shows sincere regret.
I defeated the Duke of Brittany and made as much haste as possible. I didn’t know until I arrived that the Marquis’ battlefield would be this inferior.
If only I had been a little later, or if the Marquis hadn’t gone on such a rampage.
At that time, the battle was so tilted that even my reinforcements could not turn it around, so this battle may have ended in defeat.
I looked at the Marquis’ neck in my hand and slowly raised the cover of my helmet.
The marquis’ revealed face was smiling.
I looked at that and slowly closed my eyes.
Was this man, who died in vain from the plague before returning, satisfied with your ending?
“…Your Excellency, the previous Marquis, has died in battle, so from now on, the Marquis de la Marquis will consider you the Marquis de Lafayette.”
I opened my eyes again when I heard the voice of the Baron who was serving the Marquis next to me.
“I am planning to embalm the body of His Excellency the previous Marquis in order to transport it to the Marquis’ Territory…”
Suddenly, it occurred to me that he would want to be buried on this battlefield.
But the answer that came out of my mouth was different.
“Yes, please do so.”
“If you look at it, the armor of the former Marquis is…”
Even though his head was cut off, it is a symbol of the Blue Knight and an armor of great value.
At the same time, as the minor marquis of Lafayette, wearing his armor would mean that I would succeed the marquis of Lafayette as a blue knight.
I turned my head and looked down at the pile of corpses in his path.
The amazing bravery of the Marquis, who rushed forward while dividing an army of 10,000 men and defeating hundreds of knights, must have deeply impressed countless people.
Daniel Martin right now.
The man, whose name I did not even know before his return, is a knight himself and is more bitter about the Marquis’s death than relieved that he survived this bloody battle even after being fatally wounded.
However, the marquis’ fight and those who charged after him for self-satisfaction turned into countless corpses.
Hubert de Lafayette, the ‘Blue Knight’, Marquis of Lafayette. The legend left behind by the final battle of the kingdom’s greatest knight.
In that legend, the deaths of those who blindly followed him will be forgotten as mere sacrifices necessary for the heroic myth.
“…Let the armor be buried with His Excellency the previous Marquis.”
“I will follow your orders, Your Excellency.”
After covering the helmet and handing it to the Baron for embalming, I turned to look at the position that was the stronghold of the King’s army.
Lafayette’s vassals, vassals, and soldiers lined up there were looking at me and then all kneeling.
When the Blue Knight died of the plague before his return and became the Marquis of Lafayette, I was unprepared.
After learning the truth about the Count of Toulouse and developing a sense of rebellion against my father, I had to continue the civil war waged by the marquis without receiving proper education as a lord. After that, I led them and fought against the revolutionary army just to survive.
“Those who stand under the coat of arms of Lafayette.”
I and these people fought without knowing what we were fighting for.
“I have no doubt that the battle that took place here today will be talked about no matter how much time passes, and its legend will live on forever. In this battle today, the Blue Knight fell. “No one can deny that it was an honorable death for a great knight.”
At that time, I did not have time to reflect on the value of the sacrifices that were accumulating under my orders.
“However, before praising the greatness of the former Marquis, I would like to express my respect and gratitude to you and those who fell on this battlefield. “Nothing other than your blood and sacrifice led to today’s victory.”
I never once thought about why the revolutionary army hated us so much and how we could avoid fighting them.
He fought only to survive, and because of that he died worthlessly.
Not only me but most of those who followed me.
“You fought today under the great banner of Lafayette, and an era in Lafayette ended.”
What did they desperately fight for and sacrifice for today? For the glory of Lafayette? Or for loyalty to the dead first prince?
Did you know that? As the victims of this battlefield died, did they die proudly, honored for having participated in the marquis’ legendary fight?
I can’t possibly praise so many sacrifices for just one person’s feat.
“Now is the time for a new Lafayette. “Gentlemen.”
I do not recognize the Blue Knight, Hubert de Lafayette. The greatest knight of Francia.
As a knight, I cannot surpass you.
There is no need for that.
If there was a being called God who sent me back, he would never have sent me for something like that.
“I will not lead you into battle to enhance my honor. The honor of Lafayette belongs to all of you who stand under its flag! “I will make sure no one doubts your worth as long as you follow me!”
I looked around at those whose loyalty had been handed down since the previous Count of Toulouse.
They engraved the faces of those who charged and shed blood without repayment simply because the lord and knight who led them ordered them to do so.
I slowly walked over, took the flag with the Lafayette emblem from the flag bearer, and lifted it up.
I would like to convey the burden of two lives to those for whom I should have been responsible, but for whom I was not.
“Now I, Lafayette, will raise the banner for you! Follow! Then you will be the honor of Lafayette!”
“I swear allegiance to His Excellency the Marquis de Lafayette!”
The vassals and soldiers all bowed their heads to me and their shouts filled the plain, and I turned my back on the marquis’ body.
The Blue Knight, a hero from the old days of the Frangian Kingdom, has died.
The king’s army collapsed, losing most of its knights and troops, and it would be the end of an old era.
The crisis of revolution, which was imminent from the beginning, will explode out of control the moment the kingdom realizes that it has lost its power, plunging the entire Franzia into chaos.
Before I returned, I was just swept away by the wave without knowing anything, and by the time I came to my senses, not only me and my people, but most of Franzia had been burned by the madness of the revolution.
But this time, we will not allow them to be sacrificed along with the old times.
We will not be bystanders to the revolution, but leaders who will wipe out the old era together with them.
This corrupt and corrupt kingdom must fall before its stench drives everyone crazy.
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