With the mad blondie, Clementine and Gertrude Albright participating in the battle outside of the north eastern capital, the invaders were finally able to secure victory.

Baron Geer was killed by Gheyna's arrow. Viscount Lazar and the strongest platoon captain, Sten were surrounded and killed by the hundreds of men from raiding battalion. 

The whole battle took about an hour, and it ended in the local defenders’ defeat.

The entire five hundred men from the capital were killed in the battle.

Despite many wounded men, there was no casualty among the invaders.

***

"Commander! Someone from the capital entered with his horse!"

A subordinate called Kant.

The defender of the capital city, Kant, hurried to the survivor of the battle in the capital. 

"Hurry, Commander. The city will fall soon, you must see to it that the people escape!”

The gaze the man looked at Kant with was a panic look. 

"What happened to Lord Lazar?"

Kant grabbed the man's collar. The man cried.

"Forgive me..We were defeated. Everyone was killed. Lord Lazar died. Baron Geer and Captain Sten.."

Kant's hands lost strength and fell down. 

His talent was something that Lazar discovered and polished, allowing him to take the rank of knight despite his background. As far as Kant was concerned, Lazar was his benefactor. Back at the Forest of Darkness, and now even the fortress that fell under his command, not once has Kant managed to pay Lazar back for the kindness he has shown him.

“…The enemy will probably enter through the western gate. I will buy the people some time to escape.”

“Commander!”

The man tried to chase after Kant, who immediately turned heel after saying his piece, but his legs wouldn’t move.

Having bled so much, the survivor had already lost half of his strength.

But the will of the feudal lord that he carried on his shoulders spurned him on.

Scraping together the fighting spirit within, he glared toward the west from which the enemy approached.

***

Mithra led her men and literally crushed the guards of the capital that stood in their way.

“What!?”

When the dalish warrior saw the stone paved road, the stone-built houses, and the stalls lined up along the street, she couldn’t help but falter a little.

“Humans could make things like these?”

She looked wide-eyed at her surroundings. She wasn’t sure if the people had locked themselves in their houses or not, but either way, there was no one on the street.

This was Mithra’s first time seeing a human capital beside Torun and Redcliffe. It couldn’t be helped if she felt a little intimidated upon seeing one. This capital of north eastern Orlais was a lot smaller than Torun or Redcliffe but the entire ground here was stone paved. 

Mithra fixed his grip on her long sword and commanded. “We’ll march together! And kill any opposition met! Move!”

From the dalish’ perspective, the arrangement of the houses was like a maze.

When it came to settlements, Mithra only really knew of the dalish settlement, and the biggest he knew of was the Redcliffe village .

But the Redcliffe village was so compressed, it was not so breathtaking when looked at on ground level. All she knew was that this was a nice place to live at.

Right now, however, the strategist, Cass Brankovic was asking her to occupy this residential area.

Mithra was at a loss how she should carry out this great task, so much so that she felt like her brain was being squashed.

“Don’t kill the first enemy we come across! We need to know where the boss of this place is first!”

***

Kant observed the land outside the fortress from the outer rampart. The invaders were still nowhere to be seen around the fortress. 

Most probably like before the invaders were purposely luring him out.

He greatly regretted his foolishness. His oversight caused his lord to go out and be killed.

Suddenly, he felt goosebumps. 

He realized without being physically present and painstakingly encircling the fortress, the enemies were able to psych him out and he was now too freaked out to exit the safe walls. 

To be able to manipulate his basic human feeling, whoever could think of such a strategy must be a genius. 

Should he lead the inhabitants to flee or remain behind the walls? Time was running out and he was too freaked out to judge the situation properly.