Reincarnated as the Lady Prodigy

Forty-Seven

Fight for Griselda

    Over two thousand people are gathered outside the northern gate of Griselda. A number of five hundred knights wearing full plated armor with the Bernard duchy's emblem on standby. Heavily armored tanks are on the frontline with shields on their front about the same height as them that covers their entire body. The tanks are lined neatly on the front, all are wearing a determined and stern expression.

    Hunters are placed on the side, one wouldn't think that they are hunters from their equipment. Silver shoulder plates, leather gloves, chest plates with intricate symbols, and weapons that glinted once hit with the light's ray. It isn't their regular weapons and types of equipment, most of the hunters couldn't believe that they had the chance to equip not only expensive but also durable and strong equipment however they couldn't indulge their happiness further, especially when they knew what they will be facing hours later.

    "I can feel the fear of humans mixed with their unyielding determination. I'm rather impressed." Alarkson commented while looking at the tensed crowd of people behind him. "You humans are really interesting," he added while looking at Blake.

    Blake glanced at the 'special aid' her Master told him about. As usual, this man named Alarkson's presence is oppressing and overwhelming, it's a good thing he was used to it.

    "Thank you," he answered thoughtlessly while staring ahead.

    Alarkson's eyebrow quirked. This human, Blake, is strong. He can see it, although he is weaker than him, he's rather stronger than other humans around them. Alarkson trailed his eyes towards ten or so people he thinks are strong.

    'Indeed, this man is the strongest' Alarkson concluded. Although he does not particularly like Blake's nonchalant attitude towards him, still, he decided to ignore him, after all, the man does not know that he is an ancient dragon. A divine being worshipped by many. He might be a legend for others but soon they will know that there remains an ancient dragon.

    'Hoho, but I must remain cautious for Mistress' sake.' Alarkson thought. He can already picture the expression of humble humans, especially this man named Blake. He's certain it will be amusing watching how surprise, fear, and devotion take over the man's blank face.

    On the other hand, Blake simply ignored the snickering man beside him. As he thought, his Master's 'special aid' is truly special in an unexpected way. Anyhow, Lady Jozine guaranteed the Alarkson strength that's why he knew the man cannot be underestimated.

          'I hope he stops laughing though.'

       On the opposite side, similar to the northern gate of the city, the southern gate is composed of hunters, knights, and also mages with an approximate number of over two thousand five hundred. The figures of this defense line are two people wearing masks, a symbol of the well-known, and newly established auction house, Faceless. Aside from that, there is also the lady of House Rolfe, an outstanding mage out of her peers, another genius in terms of magic, someone who was unofficially given the title 'Aquatic Prince', Lady Suri Bellmore. She stands beside the masked people on the front.

    Mages are divided into three parts, the front-liners placed in front side by side Lady Suri, the tankers, and the others. Next are what they call support mages on the middle where the knights, and hunters are, and finally, the healers which are on the rear of the battle formation.

    "You're a healer aren't 'ya?" It was the rowdy voice of Lady Kiera behind her mask.

    "Yes, I am, Lady Kiera." Elise respectfully answered.

    The two are ordered to be partners in this upcoming battle. According to Lady Jozine, Lady Kiera's battle is not to be underestimated, furthermore, she was also told to stop Lady Kiera in case it goes into a battle spree.

    'Can I even stop this Lady from doing so?' Elise asked herself while glancing at Lady Kiera. She can feel that the lady is strong so she can't understand how a simple healing spell called [Angela's Touch] can stop Lady Kiera. Aside from being an Intermediate level healing spell that cures slightly bigger and deeper wounds, there isn't anything special about it. Anyhow, it was Lady Jozine's order that's why she will follow without question. It's her duty to follow her ladyship, following without second thought, and trusting the master's decision is proof of a servant's loyalty.

    The ground vibrated slightly. Elise gulped.

    "Mistress's lady-maid, go to the back." Lady Kiera ordered her. Elise quickly nodded her head and then headed towards the rear after marking Lady Kiera with her magic signature. It will he easy for her to cast healing magic on her since she has her magic signature.

    "KNIGHTS, HUNTERS, AND MAGES! BRACE YOURSELVES, STRENGTHEN YOUR RESOLVE! WE MUST NOT LOSE THIS SIDE! WE HAVE TO PROTECT THE CITY! WE HAVE TO PROTECT THE PEOPLE WITHIN THE CITY!" Lady Suri announced, her voice amplified by magic. The knights, hunters, and mages' attention are on her. With the ground slight tremor, these fighters felt fear, some are even shaking and considered running away. But, "THIS CITY IS OUR HOME AND WE AS ITS WARRIORS WILL PROTECT OUR CITY! PROTECT GRISELDA!! PROTECT OUR HOME!!!" With Lady Suri's cries, those that were shaking with fear, those that were thinking of running away gripped their weapons, puffed their chest, and screamed their cries for battle!

    One goal is etched on each's mind.

    Victory

    With Eufema and Siren located on the western gate, they too can feel the tremor on the ground. The vibration grew stronger and stronger, just like others, the warriors' number exceeds that of two thousand.

    Like every other human that will soon face a horde of monsters, they too felt scared. Even Eufema, but the people gathered around to defend the city, they share the same purpose. The same reason. To defend the city because within the walls of the city are people they wish to protect. Even at the cost of their lives.

    Siren who is sensitive when it comes to the shift of the atmosphere and emotions can clearly feel the human's emotions.

    Fear. Anxiety. Determination. She is once again amazed by how fragile humans are, still, regardless of how fragile glass is, they can still pierce and cause for bleed regardless of size. That's exactly what Siren is seeing.

       She used her special skill, [Faerja's Whisper], the magic spread unto the entire troops, those that were touched by the magic experienced a soothing and calming touch as if they were caressed by their most beloved person. One by one, their unsettled mind was calmed.

    Eufema inhaled sharply and exhaled softly feeling calm and refreshed. It's not that her fears are gone, it's more like she accepted what they are about to face with a calm mind. Nothing good will come even if they panic and hesitate even just a little.

    Vana accompanied by the duke's son, Geubert along with the knights, mages, and hunters eyed the running monsters in the far distance. The monsters are still hundreds of miles away from them but they can still that there are hundreds– no, thousands of them especially from how the ground is shaking. The dust and smoke from the monsters marching covered the monsters behind that's why they loomed to be small in number but the humans knew better.

    "PROUD KNIGHTS OF DUKE FRANKLIN! LET US SHOW THESE ABOMINABLE MONSTERS THAT THEY ARE NOT WELCOMED IN THIS CITY!!!" Lord Geubert yelled. "HUNTERS!! MAGES!! LET US PROTECT THE CITY!!!"

    As the monster grew closer, so is the thumping hearts of those on the frontline. Amidst this, within the walls of the city lies a single person in the middle of the air, looking down on the unthinking piles of bones and flesh through her dark mask. Like an abstract painting, the city is covered in streaks of lightning from the proud and large beast flying beside the masked person. The blades made of wind danced as if thrown knives, it sliced the walking undead, even the lone skeleton on the far corner got its head sliced apart.

    One would wonder whether the elements were synchronized like a uniform dance or simply rampaging magic running a-mock, anyhow, it doesn't change the fact that with every hit from her magic, the undead drops.

    "Rou," she called her familiar, its wings composed of white and purple color flapped that sent a tornado-like wind beneath them. "Are you finish here?" she asked while looking down.

    "That seems to be the case, Master. Shall I do a follow-up clean-up to ascertain?" Rou, the commander-level Winged Purple Lion replied, its eyes gazing upon the heap of bones, flesh, and blood.

    "Please," 

    Upon command, Rou flapped its wings, and shoot towards the direction of the monsters.

    The tale that will be foretold in the future, written within the history books of the city, names, and techniques that will be the foundation of the new era... it will now begin.

    {[Shikjian, God of  Time] has determined that the chosen has achieved the necessary requirements. The reversing glass has been flipped, the stagnant time has continued. Shikjian wishes the chosen good luck one last time.}

    To be continued...