Douglas downed the wine in the jug in one gulp and laughed heartily.
The knights who passed by Alphonse congratulated him on his victory.
"Commander Alphonse, it feels good to fight in such extreme cold. Of course, it's also good to celebrate victory in the cold. Can you make it snow here now?" Douglas said, rambling drunkenly, which drew laughter from the other knights.
"Then, while you're asleep, they'll bury you in the snow and leave you here to keep company with the souls of the enemies who were buried by the avalanche," someone in the knight order joked.
“And the souls of monsters!” Finchley continued, “their hunger craving your blood!”
“Even so, I can still beat them!” a drunken Douglas vowed, pounding his chest with confidence.
“My warriors…” Alphonse stood up. “When you came to the south, you were not afraid of the heat and marched for several days under the scorching sun. I deeply admire your indomitable will and spirit.”
Today you are even more unafraid of the severe cold and fight bravely against the enemy. In terms of cold resistance alone, our army is superior to the enemy.
Therefore, I believe in your abilities, which is why I devised today's tactics. Today's victory is not solely due to the power of my emblem, but more so to the valiant fighting of the Silver Army.
A triumphant cheer erupted from the Silver ranks. It was the triumphant cry they had longed for.
Alphonse suddenly realized that someone important was missing from his life.
-
The moonlight in the south is exceptionally bright and clear, and the lake water beneath it shimmers with light.
The moonlit sky was mesmerizing. This tranquil place, surrounded by jungle, exuded an ethereal atmosphere under the hazy night.
Alphonse left the camp and entered a nearby forest, where he found Priscilla alone by a lake in the center of the forest.
She turned her back to the visitor, gazing at the moonlit water. The fireflies in the lake seemed to come from a watery fairyland. The lake fairy's pets danced on the water's surface.
Her satin-like crimson hair was lifted by the night breeze, and her shoulders trembled slightly.
Only then did she realize that a familiar yet cold aura was behind her. She never expected that even though she had hidden here, he would still find her.
Turning around in surprise, she found her lover's arms wrapped around her waist, whispering, "Aren't you happy about today's great victory in Baiyin?"
Priscilla remained silent, sulking.
"Hey...why are you angry again?"
“Your crest is truly remarkable. It can instantly freeze Horus into a glacier, cover the valley with blizzards, and even trigger an avalanche powerful enough to annihilate the enemy army,” Priscilla said, skipping over his question and praising Elphons.
"Hmph..." He closed his lips and chuckled through his nose, as proud as a child, his childlike appearance just like it was seven years ago.
"What are you laughing at..." Priscilla pushed him away. "If you could have unleashed the power of the emblem back then as you do today, the tragedy in Time City wouldn't have happened, and we wouldn't have been separated in the Sea of Trees!"
Alphonse was surprised: "You don't need to react so strongly, do you? And, the reason you're angry isn't actually because of this, is it?"
"Your attitude today is quite frightening, Commander Alphonse. Is this the kind of stubbornness you're going to use to subdue Fierce Eagle and the others...?"
"Ha..." Having found out the reason for his anger, Alphonse breathed a sigh of relief, then clasped his hands together and bowed his head in "begging for mercy".
"I'm sorry, I was wrong! Please, Princess, spare my life!"
Under the moonlight, the knight knelt on one knee before the princess.
"Alright, alright, don't be so reckless next time."
"Reckless? How could I be reckless? Today's tactics are flawless."
Priscilla fell silent, turning to gaze at Moonwater, and slowly said, "Elfons... you must become stronger. Defeat your enemies with the absolute aura and power of a king, without wasting time on unnecessary tactics. The only tactic of the strong is to confront them head-on, overwhelm them with power, and achieve victory."
Alphonse's smile gradually faded, and he felt a little disappointed, with many words of explanation he wanted to express.
But in the end he gave up, only saying, "Priscilla...you're getting more and more stubborn."
-
Alphonse and Priscilla returned to the camp. Before they had even rested, everyone waved and greeted their commander warmly as soon as they saw him return.
A winged shadow swept across the night sky and landed on the nearby grass, slowly walking towards Alphonse.
“Dess.” Alphonse affectionately rubbed the holy dragon’s pointed ears.
Douglas, now much more lucid, asked him, "We've all been discussing the amazing technique you used to defeat the barbarian army today!"
Alphonse glanced at Priscilla beside him with a complex expression, then explained to the others.
"The first person to agree with my decision to turn back and fight back was Desfield."
The Holy Dragon spoke in a human language, its gentle breath like a soothing breeze, brushing past her ear, before continuing Alphonse's words:
"The Southern Barbarians live in the south year-round and rarely encounter snowy weather. From my observation, those demons have little fur and are mostly not cold-resistant beasts. They become drowsy or even hibernate in slightly cold environments. Both the barbarians and the demons fear the cold, but the power of Elfons' emblem is their nemesis."
"Moreover, this time they foolishly sent more than half of their forces, led by the barbarian chieftain. Their desire for victory must be insane," Finchley said calmly, taking a large gulp of wine.
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