The plains were drenched in blood, and the river was choked with the corpses of barbarian warriors, piled so high that the water’s flow had nearly stopped.

The massive army of 60,000 had been annihilated here.

“Waaaah! We won!”
“Our lord is the best!”
“Long live Rayfold!”

The Rayfold army, which had fought with an eerie lack of emotion, raised their weapons high and shouted in celebration.

For them, Amelia was the greatest commander imaginable.

This wasn’t a victory achieved by a single hero cutting down thousands of enemies in an extraordinary display. Instead, ordinary soldiers had executed …