After a while, the noisy forest returned to silence.
The ground, covered in chaos, was littered with corpses. The once proud Knights and Priests of the Freemasonry Church had all fallen.
"Count the casualties and provide timely treatment to our injured comrades."
"Prioritize the severely wounded, regardless of bloodline or origin. Don't let me hear anyone not following orders again!"
The valiant command echoed above the forest as Avery, dressed in a white robe, weaved through the battlefield, issuing orders in an orderly manner.
As the heir of the Tavendish family, it was certainly her responsibility to bear at such times. Since the war began, Avery had naturally been entrusted with a heavy responsibility, just in charge of the strategic defense of this area.
As she traversed the battlefield, Avery carefully inspected the treatment of each wounded person, leaving no stone unturned.
