Do Your Own Revolution-Chapter 158

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Click. Click.

The sound of winding a pocket watch came at regular intervals.

Duke Nachtval’s head of household, Rupert el Rime Nachtval.

Each time the pocket watch in his hand made a sound, the messenger prostrated on the floor felt as if his life was being shaved away.

“Speak.”

“I-I report! The first offensive toward Ruinberg city has f-failed!”

Failure.

As he uttered the word his superior so despised, cold sweat poured down his back like rain.

“The 3rd Knight Order was annihilated. The 11th and 8th Knight Orders also suffered heavy casualties… Reorganization is unavoidable… sir.”

The Knight Order commander finished his report with a trembling voice.

The Duke, who had been watching with a furrowed brow, spat out in an irritated voice.

“Who drew up the entry plan?”

“The, the 3rd Knight Order commander, sir.”

“Where is he now?”

“He died in battle, sir.”

“Useless vermin.”

Crunch-!

The pocket watch in the Duke’s hand crumpled on the spot.

The offensive that followed in step with the attack on the Imperial Capital of Buckenheim.

It had to succeed.

He had warned them not to let their guard down, yet they still failed.

“Your Grace. A letter has arrived from Duke Buckenheim.”

“Bring it.”

The voice that followed was that of the knight guarding him.

When he saw the document bearing Buckenheim’s seal, the Duke’s face twisted even further.

[Successfully subdued the Emperor.]

[However, the Imperial magic imprint has disappeared.]

[High probability the Emperor, foreseeing this situation, diverted it to the Kalhyram Army.]

[Must secure Keiren Buckenheim and Eugene Lorentz as quickly as possible.]

“Tch, he let the most important thing slip away.”

He was so arrogant about being in the first seat, yet in the end, this is all he amount to.

That’s what the Duke muttered.

However, after mulling over the contents of the letter, he mumbled with a dubious expression.

“…No, did they let it slip on purpose?”

With the Emperor, the central figure of the Kalhyram Army, gone and Buckenheim having seized the Imperial Capital, the handle of the sword was already in the hands of the Round Table anyway.

If they could seize Ruinberg, the Kalhyram Army’s supply base, the resource-starved Kalhyram Army would have no choice but to fall under the Round Table’s control.

‘Without the imprint, formal succession to the throne is impossible, true. However… wielding Imperial authority as an interim regent is possible.’

And that would be enough to seize the initiative in the coming civil war.

They could summon Keiren to the Empire under Imperial orders and kill him.

They could recall Eugene from the front lines and imprison him.

That way, slowly, they could strangle their central figures to death and resolve everything.

Yet in the midst of this, they demand he and his Knight Order launch an attack?

From Duke Nachtval’s perspective, it was deeply suspicious.

‘Moreover, what’s even more concerning is the content of this letter itself.’

Looking at the document stamped with Buckenheim’s seal, the Duke thought.

This attitude of giving orders to him, the head of House Nachtval, as if commanding a subordinate knight.

Isn’t this behavior as if he was already Emperor?

“Pike.”

“Yes, Your Grace.”

When he called his strategist, the man bowed his head and slowly voiced his thoughts.

“The moment we take Ruinberg, it will be our Nachtval Knight Order that must face the incoming Kalhyram Army.”

“That’s right. They’ll try everything to recapture this stronghold.”

“Knight Order casualties will be unavoidable. However, on the other hand, Buckenheim, who has seized the Imperial Capital…”

“You mean they can keep their Knight Order intact.”

The world of the Round Table that would soon open.

The absolute power that would fall into the hands of the Knight Orders.

But would Buckenheim share it?

The seed of doubt growing in a corner of his mind was getting larger.

“However, Your Grace. Halting the offensive in this situation…”

“Is impossible. I know that well.”

They couldn’t take their eyes off the enemy before them just to guard against internal foes.

In the end, what he had to do was clear.

“We must break through that fortress as quickly as possible, with minimal losses.”

The fortified city of Ruinberg was already firing artillery.

According to his strategist’s explanation, with artillery units forming kill zones at major entry points, breaking through with just Knight Orders would be difficult.

Thanks to the war with the Republic, they were well-versed in troop training and strategy formulation.

To break through this…

‘It means we need overwhelming means that overturn strategy and tactics themselves.’

Having finished his thoughts, the Duke rose from his seat.

“All Knight Orders, follow me.”

In the end, he would have to take the field himself.

***

“Your Grace. Where is this?”

“The enemy’s rear. The path that leads there.”

At the Duke’s words, the Knight Order commanders following him silently looked around.

The Duke had led the Knight Orders to the mountain range west of Ruinberg.

According to the observer’s report, it was the enemy’s vulnerable point with no particular defenses.

“Y-Yes, that’s true, Your Grace. But this is…”

Even at a glance, it appeared to be several hundred meters high.

The notion of entering the fortress by crossing this highland was close to sophistry.

However, noticing there was no surveillance in the area, the Duke reached toward the mountain with a satisfied expression.

“I’ll show those gathered here today a fine spectacle.”

“A spectacle… you say?”

“Indeed.”

Having said that, the Duke ordered the knights to prepare for entry.

The head of house’s orders were absolute.

Though they couldn’t understand, the knights one by one drew their swords and activated their magic circuits.

“Hoo.”

After taking a deep breath, the Duke slowly raised his magical power to its maximum and.

“Pierce through.”

With those words, his photon magic deployed at maximum output activated.

Screech—–!

A thick beam five times the size of a person pierced straight through the mountain blocking Ruinberg city.

And what appeared as a result was a massive hole leading to the western side of Ruinberg city.

A hole had been bored through the middle of the rocky mountain, creating a straight tunnel toward Ruinberg.

“Ohhh…!”

“Terrain, tactics, strategy. This overwhelming power that overturns every foundation of military arts, transcending common sense – this is the privilege held by mages.”

Having said that, the Duke gestured to the Knight Orders.

Full army advance.

Receiving the signal, the knights began entering the tunnel with Duke Nachtval at the fore.

A seven stroke imprint magician leading the vanguard while maintaining the tunnel.

Before their eyes as they crossed the tunnel lay the panorama of Ruinberg city, completely defenseless.

“I order all Knight Orders-!”

The Knight Orders having penetrated the enemy’s rear.

Confirming this, the Duke looked at the knights lined up behind him and commanded.

“Before sunset, the defensive forces protecting Ruinberg…!”

However, before the Duke could finish speaking.

Boom—!

“?!”

An explosion that shook the earth assaulted the Knight Orders.

Artillery magic formula.

As the unexpected enemy attack came flying in, the knights hurriedly deployed barriers to block it.

“A mage?!”

“We were anticipated? How?”

The Duke thought this as he looked ahead.

And seeing the face of the man who appeared next, he could easily find that answer.

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“Feilun…!”

The second son of Nachtval, Feilun lu Ross Nachtval.

The unfilial son who turned his back on his family and opposed his father.

He had predicted his actions after studying Nachtval’s tactics for over ten years.

“What a waste. Truly a waste.”

The Duke rose to his feet saying this, with knights taking position around him.

And as if to confront them, Special Magical Power Unit members took their positions one by one centered on Feilun.

“If you had used that talent for the family, a much better future would have awaited.”

“A future of trampling the innocent and powerless, and ruling over them.”

Rebutting thus, Feilun drew his sword and said.

“Such a future, I do not desire.”

“Fool.”

Mocking Feilun’s words, the Duke raised his magic circuit to maximum output.

Screech—!

“Though I warned you so much, you’ve finally been corrupted.”

“…!”

Duke Nachtval’s [Domain] gradually unfolding.

Spheres of light floating all around and the world shining golden in response.

The Duke standing at its center looked almost like a god incarnate with a halo at his back.

“Then you are no longer my son.”

With those words, the Duke slowly extended his hand.

Five clusters of light gathered beneath his hand, forming a massive sphere of light and.

Blast-!

A tremendous beam of light shot toward Feilun.

Incredible heat incomparable to ordinary penetration formulas.

It was a light of annihilation containing the essence of Nachtval photon magic.

Boom—!

Light filled their vision along with the thunderous roar.

‘Even with a six stroke imprint, he cannot block this.’

The Duke thought.

This was Nachtval’s secret technique, created to pierce through Buckenheim’s crystal magic.

He thought a six stroke mage like Feilun could never hope to block such power.

At that moment.

Clang-!

A beam of light shot through a gap in the attack toward the Duke’s face.

“What…!”

An attack that bounced off unable to pierce the barrier.

However, the Duke ground his teeth and looked at where he had fired his magic.

“That worked out well.”

Feilun’s voice came calmly.

As if his vision had recovered, the Duke’s eyes narrowed as he looked at Feilun.

“You…”

Hiss–!

Shell casings spraying from the sword Feilun held.

And Kyle and Special Magical Power Unit members supporting his barrier.

Magical power amplification using magic bullets, and magical power synchronization.

Seeing this, the Duke’s thoughts twisted.

Feilun had blocked his attack by borrowing the magical power of others rather than his own.

“It’s not like I particularly wanted to be your son anyway.”

“…!”

The Duke’s composed mask that had held all along cracked, and fissures appeared on his previously composed face.

The Duke glaring at Feilun with a face twisted like a demon.

Feilun’s face as he looked back at the Duke was the picture of serenity.

“Duke Nachtval orders all Knight Orders.”

“The Ruinberg Defense Force commander orders all Special Magical Power Unit members.”

The low voices of the two men.

As if in response, the entire space shook once.

Rumble—!

Hundreds of spells painted the sky.

The gathered mages’ imprints shone and magic bullets were loaded into the unit members’ weapons.

The father’s goal was to occupy this place, Ruinberg.

The son’s goal was to protect this place, Ruinberg.

Bearing the same name.

Yet having made different choices, the two pointed their swords at each other and shouted.

“Those lowborn rogues blocking the knights’ path.”

“Those traitorous bunch plotting to usurp the Empire.”

Like striking the detonator.

Of a bomb at its critical point.

“Without leaving a single one.”

“Tear them to death.”

Roar—!

Kill them! Kill them–!

The next moment, magical power lights of various colors and battle cries began to violently shake the battlefield.

The first battle to determine the Empire’s fate.

The curtain rose on the Battle for Ruinberg.

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