And while the great battle was going on, the Dorado soldiers went on a rampage, absolutely destroying the Crete and the Tempaman territory’s troops.

The Dorado troops, who had a high morale,  laughed and killed whoever they saw.

While the Dorado troops were marching valiantly, the soldiers of the Crete and Tempaman tried to fight back clumsily. It was almost as if you couldn’t notice that they were the ones fighting so intensely earlier.

“Milord! Our soldiers are out of control!”

A military officer of Tempaman stated to Reginald.

“I know.”

Reginald spoke back with a bleak, desolate tone.

“Out of control… this is going to be a complete annihilation.’

Reginald realized the winner of this battle was not Elizabeth of Crete and not him either. The true winner of this battle was the weak, puny Dorado territory that they had lorded over before.

“Does it… end like this.”

Reginald spoke again with a despairing tone.

‘End’ didn’t mean just the winning and losing of this battle.

Although Elizabeth of Crete was in the same situation, Reginald had bet his all on this battle.

And the past few days, these two territories had spent all of their money and troops for a war like this. This was a war that either side desperately needed to win.

But they had lost.

Although they had bet everything they had in this war, knowing they couldn’t turn back, they had lost. They had lost a war that couldn’t be lost...