"They've begun their attack."
Baron Regulo stood on a platform before a window in the Baron Castle, a place that offered an unobstructed view of the battlefield ahead.
Iron Armor-clad infantry advanced slowly, while archers fired high-arcing shots from a distance to suppress the guards on the walls. This tactic had no particular weaknesses, but also no particular strengths.
He happened to recognize the two banners in the rear; they were the family crests of two Counts from the Northern Territory.
This meant the enemy had at least two Counts leading the vanguard to attack the small town of Kalia.
However, once the enemy's attack became a certainty, his heart paradoxically grew calm.
"Father, are we going to win?"
The one who spoke was Baron Regulo's attendant and apprentice knight, his only son, Beck.
