Book 18 Chapter 37
Episode 149
“The Vampire Army, which was a disaster for the second front line at the time, was thus annihilated by the Lista Party.”
Vampires expand their forces by using the dead.
The rapidly increasing casualties on the front line quickly became their army, devastating the rear, and it is said that their momentum was like an angry tide.
At that time, humanity had two front-line strongholds: the vermilion city of <Langbard> in the western interior, and the red holy land of <Shuriganakyus> in the central interior.
“The Vampire Army deeply penetrated, targeting the strait between the Adrion Continent and Tashing Island… that is, the Lanoa Grand Bridge, cutting off all supply routes to the two cities from the second line.”
It was then that this Vampire Army was suppressed by the Lista Party.
Of course, the annihilation of the Yursa unit, which was the main force of the second-line garrison, by the Vampires before the Lista Party arrived, was a painful mistake.
However, since at least twenty times that number of Vampire forces were suppressed, from a historical perspective, the scales of profit and loss would inevitably tip against the demon race.
“Nils Blantz, who later became a Meister of the Three Kingdoms of Ain, reminisced about that battle as follows.”
The Lista Party, that combination of four fools, was like a chemical reaction.
- No one knows what power they will unleash, what explosion they will cause. But if you accompany them, you'll eventually realize. No, you'll believe.
That if you fight with these fools, you will surely win. They instilled that kind of hope.
“When you all complete all courses of this <Sword Epic of Grandeur>, you will gain comrades whom the world calls a hero's party.”
The Last Age, Telsia Calendar Year 1697.
The refreshing peach scent, which permeated the Papal Court's courtyard, scattered its petals even into the theoretical classroom of the <Sword Epic of Grandeur>.
“Lista Alter Shirping said this after completing his journey: ‘The comrades of a hero’s party are not merely companions, but a support and pillar for the soul.’”
The theory instructor closed the book.
A petal caught between the pages, fragile yet leaving the mark of tenacious life within the book.
“You all will be able to meet them too.”
That…
looked too much like the lives of the last Paequorium students sitting here now…
The instructor concluded the war history class with a sad smile.
“I, your instructor, pray with all my heart that you may meet such comrades and fulfill your respective callings.”