"Candle Knight!"
"Viviana!"
Cheers resounded atop the city wall. The countless enemy forces besieging the middle section of the walls paused for a moment, their eyes vacant, incredulous as they gazed at the figure of one person, one sword, as poetic and song-like as they appeared.
"Your Majesty?"
Beside Mahmud II, many close ministers instinctively cast their eyes. The sand giants, once seen as a promising siege weapon, were completely annihilated, and the morale of the besieging army suffered a tremendous blow. They couldn't help but doubt whether they should continue.
"What are you standing there for? I don't recall giving the order to stop the attack."
Mahmud II stared unblinkingly at the figure. Usually unmoved by female beauty, for a moment even he couldn't help but feel a trace of admiration.
