Clemuir slowly approached the completely motionless Aculos.
「You just appeared out of nowhere and started running your mouth with unpleasant nonsense」
Clemuir stopped right in front of Aculos.
「So then… who was it again that you called inferior to whom?」
She thrust her sword into Aculos’s chest.
The blade pierced through his armor and sank deep into his heart.
「Gu… gupu…!?」
Blood gushed from Aculos’s mouth.
Clemuir then pressed the edge of her double edge swords against his neck, her movements almost caressing.
「For a small fry like you, dying without fanfare is what suits you best, “self-proclaimed” genius」
The next instant.
Zashu…!
With a smooth strike, Aculos’s neck was cut open.
With his heart crushed and his carotid artery severed, Aculos completely lost consciousness… and died on the spot.
The soldiers watching from nearby were frozen in fear.
「A-Aculos-sama is…」
「How could it be… that easy…」
「…I can’t believe it」
Clemuir had called Aculos a small fry.
And in truth, she had cut him down like one.
But Aculos was by no means a weak man.
His reputation as a genius since childhood was no lie, and in the Kingdom of Galastone he was regarded as a hero.
It was even rumored that his skill was second only to the 【Spear Saintess】.
Yet this unquestionable prodigy had been killed instantly without a chance to resist.
It was no wonder the soldiers were gripped by confusion and fear.
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The clash between Galastone’s ten thousand troops and Kaiton’s force of two thousand.
Though outnumbered five to one, thanks to the efforts of monsters like Kaiton and Clemuir, the battle was holding even.
No, Kaiton’s side was actually gaining the upper hand.
Galastone’s captain-class warriors were being slain in an instant, and before long their chain of command would collapse.
Once the captains were gone, there would be no one left to give orders, and the lower-ranked soldiers would fall into utter chaos.
In contrast, Kaiton’s men were charging forward with full momentum.
The Bernada soldiers already had high base combat ability, and now their morale was soaring.
A fivefold difference in numbers meant nothing to them.
An overwhelming sense of confidence was spreading among the Bernada troops.
(Hmm… the morale is in a good place)
Henry could feel it in the air among his men.
(It’s about time to order a full assault… but before that, I should break the enemy’s morale a little more)
In war, morale is vital.
Even with a difference in numbers, the outcome can change if there’s a gap in morale.
If the enemy’s morale is crushed while your own is lifted, you can win battles you normally shouldn’t.
That is why Henry never underestimated morale.
The Bernada forces’ spirits had surged in the opening moves, but Galastone’s morale had not yet been fully shattered.
Another step was needed.
(…Time to use “that”)
Determined to push the enemy’s morale even lower, Henry moved on to his next plan.
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