W-Where should I run to now!?


    In the Second Imperial Army encampment, the Second Imperial Prince  Grett Baal was scurrying left and right.


    The reason why he was still in his armys camp, without running awaywas certainly not because he was resolved to face the First Imperial Army or the Maxwell forces head-on. But the simple fact that fighting had broken out all around the camp, leaving no room for escape.


    Your Highness, please calm down! Our defeat hasnt been decided yet! If we exert all our powers, we can easily crush those Maxwell peons, and


    You absolute fool! The First Imperial Army turned against us and for some reason the Imperial Knights wonte to our aid! How can we hope to fight, isted as we are?


    All hopes for an imperial victory at Fort Bryden were already gone. Grett did not consider fighting to be an option anymore and focused only on how to escape.


    Aside from his humanity  orck thereof , Grett Baal was a fairly shrewd politician. How he quickly gave up on fighting the northern nomads and built the great wall instead, or his ability in making many imperial nobles and merchants his allies, proved that he was a worthy candidate for the throne.


    His skills as militarymander, however, were the opposite. Unlike Lars Baal, he had received little to no martial training and was now experiencing an enemy attack up close for the first time ever.


    Thrown into utter disarray by this new experience, Grett had lost what little ability he had to lead his troops.


    The Maxwell forces are right outside our camp!! We urgently require orders, Your Highness!!


    E-Eeek!? W-What!? I dont know!! I dont know anything!! Do something about it yourselves!!


    Gh! Men, we must stop them!!


    The Second Imperial Army knight quickly realized Grett had bepletely useless and started giving orders to the troops.


    I-Im not supposed to die in a ce like thishow could something superior like me diein such a stupid way?


    Grett held his head in his hands, his whole body shaking violently.


    It wasnt supposed to go like that.


    The massive imperial allied army should have crushed Fort Bryden, and in the meantime hed have found an opening to kill Lars. Afterwards, he would have traded the fort with Rossellia and returned to the empire in triumph. With his one rival gone, the throne was his for the taking: Grett was going to be the emperor, with the most beautiful woman in the world as his empress.


    That was the vision he had painted in his mind. A future nowpletely shattered, with the de of death pointed at his throat instead.


    (There has to be a way to turn this situationyes!!)


    Grett raised his head, as if he had received a divine revtion.


    I will return to my tent for the time being. You stay here and contain the Maxwell forces, as long as possible.


    B-But, sire


    Was I not clear enough? Hold them off until yourst breath. You are not allowed to retreat or surrender. Now then


    Grett said what he wanted and immediately entered his tent, without waiting for a reply. The armysmander was thus gone, leaving the knightspletely baffled.


    Whatare we supposed to do now?


    The soldiers looked at the vicemander, perplexed. With Grett gone, he was now the armys impromptu supreme officer.


    whatever you want. If you have loyalty to honor, go out and fight. If you have someone waiting for you back home, run away. You wont be punished, just go!


    Y-Yes Sir!!


    In the end, only one third of the total forces remained. The Second Imperial Army, now decisively smaller in numbers, readied their weapons to fight the Maxwell army.


    I really picked the wrong person to serve. A couple skirmishes and Ill surrender.


    The vicemander let out a long sigh and tightened the grip on his spear.


    Yes, this is it!


    Back in his tent, Grett Baal fervently rummaged through his luggage, eventually finding what he was looking for: a palm-sized purple crystal sphere, a magic tool he had paid a hefty price for.


    Hahaha! I am fated to survive, after all! The gods have extended a helping hand to save me from danger!


    Special individuals possess special fates: Grett, who was born as imperial prince and had lived a very special life, firmly believed in those words.


    As someone chosen by fate, he wouldnt fall in such a pitiful ce. No matter the danger or cmity, he would surely survive in the end.


    You better remember this day, Dyngir Maxwell!! I shall have the pleasure of destroying you in our next battle. Until then, Rossellia


    You looking for me, Mr. Second Prince?


    Eek!?


    Someone had called his name out of the blue. Grett turned around and shrieked.


    W-W-W-Who in zes are you!? A Maxwell soldier!?


    NopeIm not a soldier, nor a knightbut Maxwell himself.


    T-This cant be!!


    Grett Baal turned pale as a sheet. The man drew his sword and pointed it at the prince.


    Dyngir Maxwell, at your service. For the little time you have left, at least.


    Looking at the cornered enemymander, the man*I* introduced myself.