Soldiers with spears of three jaghs simultaneously swing their spears down on the enemy.


    There is a bone-crushing sound, and the enemy is seen to fall. Their helmets are heavily caved in.


    A spear this long must weigh a lot. If he were to strike it with it, it would be enough to destroy the helmet.


    And it is also long enough to attack from outside the range of the enemy''s attack.


    "Well, I guess I''ll have to give it a try."


    I pulled out a sword that at first glance looked thick.


    "Whoa!　This is another old sword!"


    Orcus, the captain of Red Bear Squadron, shouts in a loud voice. He had been fighting a battle nearby. Compared to the other SS units, Red Bear Squadron was chosen for its individual bravery.


    "This is the regent''s legacy, you know. It''s called ."


    The word "strike," I suppose, means to strike as one would strike with a sword.


    "Oh. I am amazed that the regent has remained even though he has been replaced many times by political upheavals.


    So, with a chattering voice and a swing of his three-jagged spear, Orcus blasted his foe away. The three jagged spears sent the enemy soldiers flying through the air and falling on other enemies.


    "You''re pretty sharp, Orcus! I know, I doubted it was true at first. I thought if there was such a thing, it would have been lost by now. But then I looked into it and found out what happened."


    I swing the old sword lightly. It fits in my hand faster than I expected.


    "Most of the regents don''t really go to the front, do they?　Especially in times of peace, the regent may not have even had military experience. As a result, they were left in the storehouse inherited by the regent of King''s Landing.


    "You mean that this is the first time that the sword has seen action on the battlefield?"


    No, it has a few spills. It must have been used a long time ago. It''s been a long time since I''ve slain a human being!


    I run to the center of the fort.


    "Orcus!　You follow me!　I''m going to give them what they want!"


    "This place is held by a little lord named Sarkai, isn''t it? The regent, of all people, doesn''t he have to kill one of these little lords?"


    Orcus, too, comes running in, breathless. The interior of the fort is mostly flat and easy to move around.


    "That''s one way to look at it. But how can morale be boosted when the regent himself has slain the fort''s ruler?　We''re going to raise it as high as we can and hit the cathedral."


    This is a prelude to that.


    "I understand. Then I''ll concentrate on helping!


    Holding a sword with both hands, he strikes a soldier who tries to block the way. The soldier is blown away. From behind, Orcus pokes him roughly in the neck with his spear.


    "Yeah, it would be better if the reach was a little longer, but it''s not that bad.


    First, he avoids the enemy''s spear attack, closes the distance, and then swings his sword.


    Once you swing the sword, the enemy will fall on the spot because there is no way to kill the power of the sword. Even if you don''t die, there will be enough impact to break your bones.


    It''s time to raise our voices.


    I raise my sword and shout.


    "Attention all you rebels against His Majesty!　I am Arsrod Naevre, the Regent!　I will cut off your heads and lay them before His Majesty!　Those who dare to fight, come out here!"


    The enemy he was defending seemed to be in a daze. They had not expected the regent to come forward.


    "This is an ancient sword that has been in the regent''s possession for generations. But the regents have been so inert that they have never had the chance to use it. I will continue to wield it as long as there is a bandit who disturbs the peace of the land!


    Voices are raised from our side. I did not say this to provoke the enemy. I said it to motivate them.


    Some of our enemies have a bone to pick. Take the regent''s head! One of them was coming toward us.


    I glanced at Orcus. It was a signal that we were going forward together.


    "I''ve decided that if I''m going to die, it will be on the battlefield. That''s why I have to come out here. Thank you for your hospitality!


    "Next time you come back alive, learn the Jahnharn tea ceremony."


    "No, no, that kind of thing is not for me. ......"


    You looked like you really didn''t like it.


    It''s Olks Bright, captain of the Red Bear Squadron!"


    Orcus steps forward and forcefully swings his three-jaguar spear. The enemy, which had attacked densely, is dispersed by it.


    I hit them with my .


    Before I know it, they are near me, "Protect the Regent!" Protect the captain!" The men of the Red Bear Squadron gathered and attacked.


    It was a miscalculation. Their morale was too high from the start. They were enjoying the battlefield for their lives as much as I was.


    "Hey!　Just leave me the head of the enemy general, Kinda Sarkai!　I''ll take care of it!"


    With such warnings, we attacked the forts one by one.


    A slight rise on a low ladder seems to be the highest point of the fort, where the main wall is located. The general is probably there. The density of the enemy gives us a rough idea.


    Our troops are rushing there. The morale of the enemy is not so good in general, and some of them are trying to escape from the rear, but the general''s position seems to be the exception. They are fighting back in their own way.


    Not that they are very good at it. The screams are coming in steadily.


    As I was in the middle of the melee with the red bears, there was a middle-aged man in the middle of the group who was clearly in high quality armor.


    "You must be Kinda Sarkai?"


    The man looked despairing. He wrote that he had not expected to be attacked so soon in the fort.


    "There seems to be no mistake. It is too late now, but I want to make this clear. If I could only fight with common sense, I wouldn''t even be a regent at my age."


    "Uh-oh!"


    His pupils dilated and his voice sounded like a scream as he came at me with his sword.


    I hit him with my sword as hard as I could.


    The enemy''s sword dances.


    Meanwhile, I swing my sword and send the man''s head flying.