She Was Sent by God - Chapter 145-2
“I’m all set.”
“Go ahead.”
Tens of thousands of soldiers were seen standing in a neat line on the walls of Solnok. There was no end in sight. The knights and soldiers greeted Agnes with a rousing welcome when she arrived.
“Wow!”
“Princess Agnes! A light shake of the hand calmed the commotion. She could hear Theo next to her muttering something. The massive castle was then filled with Agnes’ voice.
“I am Duchess Agnes Arpad and Princess of Nirseg.”
She scanned the audience. Her mind was overflowing with various emotions.
“The people in that plain who are waiting for us refer to us as rebels. They accuse me of being a wicked princess who plots to assassinate her brother in order to usurp the throne.”
“…….”
“Are they correct? Are we merely rioters who defy the legitimate royal authorities? Am I a depraved princess trying to murder the good king?”
Agnes inhaled deeply. Her stomach, which was on the verge of throwing up, eventually calmed down.
“King Sebastian drew Devon into war for no good reason, and countless soldiers had to suffer needlessly in battle. As the disease spread throughout the country, he ordered that the bodies of the victims be thrown out of the castle, calling them “disgusting.””
“…….”
“As you can see, Nirseg was devastated and tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of people perished just a year after he took the throne. Just one year after the new king’s coronation.”
The audience has become so quiet that she can hear an ant’s footsteps. Together, the soldiers all turned to face Agnes.
“I’ll be happy to play the evil princess to end the pointless war and save the grieving people!”
The intensity of the drumming increased. Crows, thorny vines, and flags bearing Arpad’s sentence all flew erratically in the wind. Deep within their hearts, something started to simmer.
“Whatever they call us doesn’t matter.” Agnes raised her hand.
“We will fight to the bitter end to free the oppressed people and overthrow the corrupt king!”
“Wahhhh!”
Thump thump-
The raucous cheers coincided with the army starting to move. The Arpad army moved forward first. After that, the armies of Songrad, Kiske, and Celon formed two wings and followed.
“Do you have to go?”
The Marquis of Songrad had a worried expression on his face as Agnes mounted the horse.
“What would my soldiers think if I hid somewhere safe?”
“But the princess…….”
“Grandfather, please protect Solnok Castle. I’ll be delighted to return victorious.”
“I ask that you return in good health. That is all I ask for.”
Agnes smiled and followed the troops out of the castle.
Coincidentally, Sebastian only ascended to the throne a year later, in the spring of Nirseg.
* * *
“All right, move to your right!”
“Argh!”
“Damn it, the left wing is going to crash.”
Zoltan gritted his teeth and approached Cellon from a distance.
“It would have ended a long time ago if it hadn’t been for Count Barania.”
“Isn’t she the most valiant knight in the kingdom? You can’t turn your back on him.”
Emmerich had a drab complexion. Unexpectedly, the conflict was much fiercer and lasted longer.
“Someone needs to stand out and catch his attention.”
“Sure, I’ll handle it.”
“No, I have better bait than you.”
“Huh? Who?”
Emmerich smiled rather than respond. The corners of Zoltan’s mouth drooped as he understood the significance of the smile.
“No! Count, you don’t feel well. That is absurd!”
“That’s why I have to go. He’ll be desperate to apprehend me.”
“I’d rather go.”
“Aren’t you going to be the next Duke of Arpad? I can’t make you do this.”
“No, I’m not talking about that!”
With his veins bulging from his neck, Zoltan yelled. Emmerich grinned.
“I am not going to die, Sir Zoltan. I’m merely attempting to get their attention.”
“That’s not what it sounds like.”
“Don’t you think you’d make a good assistant? If you continue in this manner, the left-wing will eventually collapse. Magic can only be used once.”
Meteor, which had already been attempted earlier in the day, failed. They therefore needed to exercise greater caution.
“We must succeed this time. No matter what happens.”
“……I see.”
“Explain for me, sir.”
“Please return alive.”
Emmerich nodded and kicked the horse in the torso with his stirrup. He entered the enemy’s interior quickly, and knights who recognized him started to follow.
“Count Cellon here!”
“Hold on a second, go over there!”
He avoided being attacked by spears and arrows thanks to his adept horsemanship and instead guided the enemy wherever he wanted. For the first time, Emmerich was blocked as he was running in that manner without pausing.
“It’s been a while. Count Cellon.”
“……Count Barania.”
She was older than Buddha, but Count Barania, riding a black horse and brandishing a massive lance, was looking as intently as a wall that was impassable
“I disregarded your pillaging, you thief. Is this the South’s way of returning the favor?”
“Haha. Did you know that?”
“Did you really believe your majesty wouldn’t know?”
Emmerich scanned the area. He had traveled a long distance to reach the center of the opposing camp. He arrived at the ideal spot, a suitable place to perform the magic.
