Chapter 333 - 94

Published Mar 16, 2026, 03:58 PM

Chapter 333: Chapter 94 The mage who had cast a barrier to protect the queue of baggage wagons poked his head out from behind a compartment. “I-Is it over?” he asked. Too exhausted to answer, Maxi merely bobbed her head and wove her way through the throng of soldiers. As she drew nearer to the hill ahead, she saw that the slopes were guttered with flowing streams of dark red. Steam rose from the blood oozing from corpses. The soldiers trudged over the stained earth, clearing the monster carcasses with their spears. Maxi watched the proceedings blankly before rubbing her throbbing eyes, a spell of lightheadedness coming over her. She felt dazed after being awake for nearly thirty hours, and her limbs were as heavy as lead. Anette came up behind her. “Are you all right?” she asked, her face etched with concern. Maxi straightened, nodding. “What about you? Are the others…?” “Those in the rear are all safe, though they all look close to collapsing,” Anette replied, pointing to the mages slowly gathering around a freshly lit fire. “As for the offensive support unit, I’ve no idea.” Maxi turned to look at the thousands of knights lining the ridge. At the center of the regiment fluttered the black banner of the Temple Knights. The Knights of Phil Aaron were on the right, and the Royal Knights of Wedon were with the Remdragon Knights on the left. Camped outside the city gate, they were preparing for the second attack, with archers behind them readying to provide cover. Maxi wondered in dismay if they were going to start another battle so soon after the earlier skirmish. Her tension eased when she realized that the knights were only being vigilant and had no intention of attacking the city for the time being. “We should… make more room in the infirmary to accommodate the newly wounded,” Maxi said, prying her eyes away from the billowing Remdragon Knight banner. She headed toward the infirmary. Though she desperately wanted to confirm that the people she knew were well, her duties as a mage came first. After assessing the mages nodding off around the fire, she instructed those who looked relatively fine to prepare to receive the wounded. She commanded the remaining half to rest in their tent, as they would be taking over in a few hours. Inside the infirmary, she added more charcoal to the dying brazier and moved the patients to one side to make room for new arrivals. She then busily laid bedrolls over a layer of straw. Before long, the gravely wounded were carried into the tent on stretchers — a total of forty-nine, ten of whom were in critical condition. The mages promptly peeled off the bloodied armor and washed their injuries with wine. Maxi instructed her unit to stop the bleeding while she began stitching up lacerations. Most of the mages had almost depleted their mana by now. Without the luxury of magic to speed up healing, they were forced to tend to the men in order of urgency. Maxi was flitting from one patient to the next when, all of a sudden, a soldier with a broken shin became delirious and began thrashing on his bedroll. She threw her weight on him, pressing him down. “B-Bring me some hot water! And clean linen!” The man’s violent movements opened up the gash on his leg even further. Blood spurted over her, some of it streaking her face. After calling for soldiers to help restrain the man, she cast healing magic on his gaping wound. Her mana was low now, but she knew the blood loss would kill him in a matter of minutes if she did not act. Maxi continued to heal the soldier until she stemmed the bleeding, then pushed his protruding bone into place. The poor man soon fainted from the pain. She gingerly turned him on his side to prevent him from suffocating, stitched his wound closed, and set a splint on his leg. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦 Her arms moved ceaselessly, oblivious to the passing hours. Eventually, someone tapped her shoulder, and she spun to see a bone-weary Ben. “We should let the others take over now,” he said, rubbing his nape. “It’s already high noon.” Maxi nodded. Bidding the other mages to go and rest, she stepped out of the infirmary. Her eyes immediately landed on the burning mound of monster carcasses. In other parts of the camp, hierarchs performed simple purification rites for the newly buried, and soldiers prepared food. The mouthwatering scent that wafted over set off an overwhelming hunger. Maxi was appalled at how ravenous she was even after seeing nothing but blood and smoke all day long. She turned, a bitter smile on her lips. Though she was starving, sleep proved the more pressing need. She tottered into her dark tent and removed her blood-soaked robe, placing it in a corner. Then, she crawled into her thickly stacked bedroll and curled into a ball. The cold made her tremble, but she did not have the strength to toss more wood into the brazier. She barely managed to fish out a firestone from her bag and, after tucking it into her clothes, promptly fell asleep. It was only in the light of the following day that she was able to grasp the extent of the coalition army’s losses. The monsters had managed to fell three siege towers, two battering rams, and several other siege weapons. The nightlong raid had also resulted in the death of two hundred soldiers. Their enemy, on the other hand, seemed to have lost little. Maxi bit her lip as she gazed at the walled city standing proudly above the hill. Though the outer fortifications had sustained some damage, it seemed insignificant. Maxi felt her hope dwindling. Could the coalition army truly bring down that impenetrable fortress? As she stood beset by doubt, Ulyseon called over to her. “My lady, a strategy meeting for the second attack is about to begin in the central barracks. I believe your presence is required.” Maxi swiveled her head toward him from her position crouched before the fire. The young knight stood to attention behind her, his armor streaked with blood. Startled, Maxi hastened over to him. “M-My goodness. What happened? Are you hurt?” “The blood is not mine. You won’t find a scratch on me, my lady,” Ulyseon said proudly, grinning. Maxi breathed a sigh of relief before her fear returned, “What of the others? No Remdragon Knights were brought to the infirmary, but… were any…?” “No Remdragon Knight lost their life during battle,” Ulyseon assured her. “Some were wounded, but none of them gravely. Most were treated on the spot.” “Thank… goodness,” Maxi choked out. Her crippling fear of possibly recognizing a familiar face among the dead eased at Ulyseon’s words. She rubbed her aching eyes and headed toward the central barracks. “Is there… still no word from Riftan?” “Not yet,” Ulyseon replied as he trailed her. “A fairy did arrive last night, but it was from Sir Sejuleu. He informed us that the Bolose Royal Knights will wait at the appointed place for an opportunity to sneak into the city.” His calm tone changed as he noted how pale she was, hastily adding, “Please do not worry, my lady. I’m certain we will hear from Sir Riftan soon.” Maxi gave him a smile that felt stiff even to herself before entering the barracks. Inside the candlelit tent, around fifteen knights were already seated at the long table. They appeared to be studying a strategy map. Princess Agnes beckoned to her when she noticed Maxi hovering by the entrance, intimidated by the somber atmosphere. “Come sit here, Maximilian.” Maxi cautiously took the seat next to the princess. Kuahel Leon sat directly opposite, wrapped in his usual air of calmness. Richard Breston and the commander of the Arexian army were seated on her left, while Celric and Anton were on her right. She was scanning their faces when Princess Agnes said gently, “I heard you toiled through the night. How are the wounded?” “We lost two… but I believe the rest will make a quick recovery. W-We plan to heal them with magic once we’ve replenished our mana.” “Good. That means more men for the infantry,” Breston chimed in. “I suggest you heal them all by tomorrow to make room for the next drove.” Maxi directed a contemptuous glare at the man, but he only responded with a hearty laugh as though he found her hostility amusing. “1 only say this for your sake,” Breston said, chortling. “A full infirmary will be more work for the mages.” “Enough drivel,” Agnes snapped. “I’m growing tired of your provocations. Explain your strategy.” “The many casualties among your royal knights must’ve put you in a foul mood, Your Highness.” Agnes responded with a venomous glare. Breston shrugged and picked up a quill. “Very well. It appears the princess is upset, so I’ll get this over with quickly.” He dipped the quill in ink and drew a straight line on the map. “This is the enemy’s reach from the city.” He propped his elbow on the table and drew another line. “This is the range of their catapults, and here, the range of their arrows. Hence we must position our catapults here, just out of reach.” After blinking down at the map, Maxi eyed the man skeptically. “H-How can you be sure?” “Did you not see our little experiment on the first day?” Breston replied flatly, sticking the quill back inside the ink bottle. Maxi furrowed her brow in confusion before she stiffened as understanding dawned on her. She had been too preoccupied during the battle to notice anything strange, but she now recalled that the infantry that had charged the city on the first day were from the Baltonian army. “Rest assured,” Breston said nonchalantly, “these are meticulous calculations made from the rear during the mock unit’s attack..”

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