......The camp was silent at night......

The next day, the appearance of Mogiana brought great inspiration to the Knightly Army. The power of the Lake God Witch has always been enough to change the fate of the entire Kingdom. She brought the Lake Fairy’s Oracle, and the Goddess felt heartfelt joy and extended Her rewards for the Knightly Army’s victory outside the Black Stone Stronghold.

Simultaneously, Mogiana brought methods to combat Kemler and Guer. Through the extension of the Goddess’s Divine Power, Mogiana will use her Magic Power and Divine Art to summon Divine Water to enchant the knights’ weapons before the battle begins. The enchanted weapons will be able to break the special protections of those Undead Chaos Chosen Warriors and also dispel the special powers on Guer. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Mogiana gracefully declined Francois’s request to cede command authority, stating that she was only there to assist the Knightly Army in thoroughly purifying the foulness of the Undead.

After resting for a day and a half, the army broke camp and headed towards La-Mesnil Abbey.

A few days later.

The army advanced, Laine rode on his Pure-blooded Elf Warhorse Grapes, with Veronica in his arms. Veronica’s complexion didn’t look good; on that day, she and her Light Magic Riding had exerted their full power. With her ammunition depleted and Magic Power exhausted, Veronica had little energy over the past few days, nearly dozing off on horseback. Seeing this, Laine simply let the Witch ride with him.

Watching his female courtier in poor condition, Laine felt a bit distressed: "You’ve worked hard, Veronica."

"It’s not too bad, resting for a few days has made it much better." Veronica didn’t want to squeeze in the carriage with Mogiana; the Lake God Witch’s tone and expression always made her feel uncomfortable. That woman holds too much authority in this Kingdom. She knows that if she spends a long time with Mogiana, conflicts will arise, and she will surely be the one disadvantaged.

Especially last night when she wanted to find Laine, Mogiana opened the door.

As a result, she ended up in a muddle...

As for the Commander of the Knightly Army, Duke of Winford, Francois, he merely maintained surface courtesy towards Veronica. The father-in-law wasn’t too fond of this Witch, politely saying a few words before ignoring her.

The Casters are like this, isolated and discriminated against, therefore Veronica always prefers to hide in her Wizard Tower to conduct research. Laine could only offer comfort: "Once this battle is over..."

"Shut up!" Veronica hurriedly covered his mouth, the Jialan Witch grudgingly tapped Laine’s forehead with her finger: "Don’t say such things! If you truly want to compensate me, come to my Wizard Tower and stay for a few more days in winter, or we can go to your brother’s forest villa for the winter, but don’t set any flags for yourself!"

"Hahaha~ Alright, I promise you." Laine laughed heartily, feeling carefree: "Wars are fought by armies, not lost because of some big talk before the battle. In this regard, I have confidence in myself, it’s just... if this war was prepared more thoroughly, it would be better."

Veronica nodded. Originally, attacking the Black Stone Stronghold was planned for early next year, then many things could be prepared. However, plans couldn’t keep up with changes. Kemler’s sudden attack forced Laine and Francois to dispatch troops hastily. The female sorcerer Teresa and female knight Surya, among others, were left by Laine to guard the territory. Otherwise, with Teresa’s Ice Magic aiding, even if those Undead Warriors couldn’t be defeated, they could be frozen, potentially providing more assurance in killing Kemler.

Now, there’s not much use in contemplating these things. Laine shook off thoughts of luck and hindsight from his mind.

The vanguard had burst into cheers.

"We’ve arrived!"

"Right ahead!"

"Lady above, the monastery is there."

"Kemler and his Undead Legion are ready to die!"

In the distance, within a gorge beneath the snow-capped peaks of the Gray Mountain Range, one of the sources of the Grismore River, stands a magnificent military fortress quietly watching the newcomers in the embrace of clouds and perilous peaks.

La-Mesnil Abbey is just ahead.