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!"

his expression became unsightly. There was only a distance maybe

there were clusters of Englishmen in his way, there was no clear

might have been a kind hearted soul who often did foolish things for the sake of his moral code, however

together. And, he guessed that if he and Aina just suddenly appeared, they wouldn't have time to communicate between themselves to understand what was going on. As a

path to the gates would be

the wall, sprinting along

him off balance, but his coordination stat had reached a level far beyond anything these soldiers could

the

cheering of the Frenchmen who immediately regained their senses. That

if there were more parts left unscathed, it was still a huge pressure off of them, especially

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

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

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

lip curled as he leaped onto a defensive tower, dodging

shot forward and down a

designed with defense in mind. Even something as simple as stairs kept this in mind. They made it difficult to use your dominant hand to wield your weapon and even had irregularly shaped

Leonel's coordination stat, none of it seemed to matter at

large chains that held up the drawbridge dangling before him. Unfortunately, he also found something

were a group of ten silver armored knights, looking toward Leonel with dull expressions. Three of them wielded longbows, four were spearmen and three

expectation 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