~Part IX Verse 9 : The 5th Knight and the Griffon Knight~
This is bad.
A 5th Wolkenritter…I’ve miscalculated.
From what Isdera and Hadlar reported back, the balance of the enemy forces are about equal to ours…which means the difference lie in proportional strength…which Zerstroritter lacks, as their power are one of a single unit.
Isdera can match The Blazing General, but without proper aerial support, Isdera cannot win in a full-forced battle.
Wira cannot fight long, especially against the Iron Count…not without reverting to his beastly powers. A long battle would be the end of him.
Astra is a solid support mage, but he’s only half his full power outside of supporting Isdera and Wira… I don’t know who is the Wolkenritter’s supporter, never seeing her in the frontlines, but if she’s as strong as the strikers…it’s bad.
Same goes to Hadlar and Avan.
A battle of attrition…if the battle degenerates into that situation, it’s over for us.
To think there was another Knight that works as the centralized coordinator…
There’s no choice. It’s dangerous to leave the scrambled forces without a command, but if we lose them…there is no more battle to fight.
Isdera, Wira, Astra, Hadlar, Avan…none of you were trained as commanders, but I place my faith in you.
Just wait for a while.
“Null, we’re moving out.”
Holding Null’s sealed form, the golden key of Schwertkreuz.
“Schwertkreuz Null…Stellen Sie Auf! (( Set Up! ))
[Bereitschafts Bereiten Sie Vor] (( Standby. Ready. ))
Shrouded within a wall of magical typhoon, my eyes opened as I was surrounded by an encapsule of fluctuating form of magical energy…forming masses that formed my armour.
Materializing itself around my body…a full armour, that hides and protects me. A ceremonial symbol of a Belkan Knight.
[Ritter-Rüstung Zeremoniell-Modus] ((Knight Armor Ceremonial Mode.))
Just as the formation of my armor surrounds me…my staff-blade, Schwertkreuz Null, formed itself…like a large golden key…it forms itself as a staff-blade, its Cardtridge System installed, as it’s parts connect one another…an embodiment of my sword.
As the typhoon dissipates…my form appears.
This is who I am.
The General of Vauxhall…the Griffon Knight of the Empire.
Saga.
“Let’s go, Null.”
[Yes, Meister.]
I’m coming…my comrades.
The sky's the limit...I flew as fast as I could to my friends on the battlefield.