Cheers erupted from the artillery positions of the besieging side.
The young soldiers waved their military caps high in excitement.
After several days and nights of preparation, they had finally torn apart the enemy's castle, and they hadn't suffered heavy casualties for it.
Sir Wesley, like his deputy officer, gazed at the ruins with mixed feelings, acknowledging it as the shield of the Northern Realm.
However, unlike the deputy officer, he did not see it as Campbell's glory... it was only the glory of the Nobles.
Besides, this "Duchy Shield" had already betrayed its homeland and was now in the hands of their enemies!
"Save the sentimentality for after the war."
He turned to the deputy officer and spoke slowly.
"If we don't send those rebels to the graveyard, our children will have to grow up there."
There was no anger in his words.
