The Martial Unity

Despite the cheers of the French, Joan's golden helm hid an unsightly expression. If she wasn't certain before that Leonel's goal differed from her own, she was now.

In truth, even if he did this, it shouldn't have been so obvious so quickly. However, Leonel only had himself to blame once more. The reason Joan was able to realize there was something wrong with his actions was because of those words he spoke to her in English that day.

Nigelle and Reimond simultaneously turned their gazes toward Joan as though trying to gain an explanation. But, what they found in return was her warped expression, making the answer to their question quite obvious.

These two weren't one of them.

On the castle walls, Leonel and Aina stood back to back, facing enemies on all sides.

From front to back, the walls averaged almost ten meters in thickness, so the number of knights and archers here was definitely not just a few. In addition, since there was so much space, the pair didn't gain any advantage due to the landscape.

However…

Leonel and Aina both took a strong step forward. Though it wasn't enough to shake the massive castle walls, the loud boom was enough for the warriors around them to look on in shock. Before they could react, tens more fell from the high walls.

This was only the first day of the siege. Or, rather, it really should have been the first of many days. As a result, most of the warriors on the castle walls were archers. Though there were some knights, they weren't high in number. With this, it became very obvious very quickly just how disadvantaged they were.

Aina and Leonel swept through them as though adults playing with children. The fear filled Englishmen were so shocked by the sudden shift in the battle that they didn't even realize that though many of them were being heavily injured, the majority of them hadn't even died.

"What's their…" Nigelle was confused. What exactly were they trying to do? However, it was at that moment his expression changed. "… The gates! Stop them!"

but then his expression became unsightly. There was only a distance maybe 20 meters between

problem was that there were clusters of Englishmen in his way, there was no clear path for his

who often did foolish things for the sake of his moral code, however he wasn't a

have time to communicate between themselves to understand what was going on. As a result, they wouldn't be able to stop them from getting to the top of the walls. And, if they couldn't do

to the gates would be too easy to

up and onto the edge of the wall, sprinting along it at a speed that

tried to push him off or knock him off balance, but

the

voice blanketed the battlefield, suppressing the cheering of the Frenchmen who immediately regained their senses. That was right, they were

caused the archers to become completely disorganized on an entire segment of the wall. Even if there were more parts left unscathed, it was still a huge pressure off

was the confidence in Leonel's tone or the fact he was very much used to leading groups of men or maybe it was that they all had

further. This was completely out of her control. What could she do? Tell them to come

time, she had never forgotten that she was a woman. In modern times, this wouldn't matter too much. But in this era, it already took her several years of God-like feats to gain the acknowledgment of these men. She was very much aware that even a single mistake could cause everything she had worked for to come crumbling

curled as he leaped onto a defensive tower, dodging the sword of a defending knight and

down

in mind. They made it difficult to use your dominant hand to wield your weapon and even had irregularly shaped steps that promoted

before Leonel's coordination stat, none of it seemed to

room, finding the large chains that held

chains. By his side, there were a group of ten silver armored knights, looking toward Leonel with dull expressions. Three

would happen today, but I didn't expect it to be this. Who are you two? Where are you from? Have you not considered the reaction of the