Nobleman: Halkeginia

(26) The Old City of Saxe-Gotha

The duo broke off from the main army and quickly made their way into the back of Saxe-Gotha during their appraoch. From there Alex has already knocked out two patrolling soldiers. Yet as Louise was reciting the chants, they are halted by a patrolling Albion noble and his troll.

"State your business here." "We are simply begging blessings from Founder Brimir upon the brave soldiers of the Royal Republic, good sir!" Alexander's persuation failed as the "good sir" squinted his eye. "You two are not spies of the Tristain-Germania army, right?" "Of course not! What kind of barbaric nation send their childrens and teenagers into war?"

"I was not convinced, and you two doesn't seems familiar around these part... ghk-!" As the noble made the grave decision for a closer inspection, Alex already stabbed his heart and covered his mouth.

As soon as the troll came to the realization, it swung it fist upon the duo, only to be blocked from the tesla field, and to be taken out by a stream of tesla lightning lasted for a good second or two.

Before the noise of the fallnig troll can attract more attention, Louise already finished her chanting, and a untouchable army manifested upon the city, catching the local garrison off-guard. A couple of tesla cannonballs with non-leathal voltage further plunge the troops into chaos.

It was at this time a window opened, and a head peeked out. "Are you, good sir and miss, the allied forces perhaps?" "Indeed we are, citizen of Saxe-Gotha!" "Our liberator! Those damned Republicians cut our food, we would be more than happy to help you if you could provide us food after the siege!"

"I am not the one to allow such request, sadly— Can I ask you something about the garrison?" "We can't say much about that, sir. The garrison has been switching a lot lately, possibly due to the sudden attack. Roses caught evereyone off-guard!"

"Thank you for your information, good citizen!" As the two immediately fled from the scene, and reach the main gate with great haste. The citizens and the Holy Albionian troops are occupied by the phantoms and neglected the gate-keeping duties, while Alexnader knocked the gate open with a tesla-infused punch.

"Is it done?" Alexnader nodded to the scout near the gate. "They took the bait, and the troops are in disarray, there are also trolls and orcs stationed inside the town. However, The Albion cut the local food supplies, so they are more likely to help us in the occupation, may I suggest logistic units?"

"We'll look into it." The scout take out a horn and blew it, signalling the beginning of the siege.

A small band of cavalry dashed past the duo and the scout, followed by the marches of a company of ragtag, led by, suprisingly, Guiche de Glamont. "It must be fate that brought us together on the battlefield, Louise, ALexnader." "To you as well, Guiche— so, this is your arquebus company?"

"Indeed, thought I express my unimpression over the company." A young man next to Guiche nodded. "We are a large group of ragtag consist of, to be honestly, leftovers— Sergeant Nicholas, adjutant of the "De Glamont" Second Company. I am here to assist the captain for gun drills."

"How can you be leading this kind of group, Guiche? If you ask the -" Alexnader stopped the pinkette. "If he ask the Marshal for a high rank, miss, then he will be placed under the shadow of the house of De Glamont." "Precisely." Earning a simple nod from the young Sarge.

Shaking ground and a monsterous roar, they turned to meet another troll, roaring and swing his club. All except the two students remain unfazed. "First platoon ready! FIRE!" Wall of 30 iron  balls blasted off from the arquebus barrel upon Nicholas's order, and the troll was flinched by the overall recoil upon impacts with the iron balls.

"Second platoon ready! FIRE!" Another hail of iron balls causing a painful roar from the troll, as he fell down to his back, squishing few unfortunate Royal Albion troops behind it. "Reload!"

"You have a good adjutant, Captain De Glamont."

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The "Subjugation" went smoothly, a great part was contributed to the assistances from the local population due to the shortages of food ordered by the Holy Republic. However, this, in turn, calls for extra food and resources to be spare for the civilians.

Another part would be the active of the coalition detachments, especially the De Glamont Company. The arquebus unit, along with Alexander and Louise, sweeped a good portion of buildings, housing vile creatures and their masters. Though Alex feel uncertaincy on praticing him magical power in front of the crowd, his physical enhancement feom his status as a Gandalf has compensated such.

Upon the victory ceremony, General De Poitiers, as the Supreme Allied Commander, and the Major of  Saxe-Gotha released a statement regarding the current state of the allied forces and the old city, assuring a victorious campaign for the troops and the Saxe-Gothaians. Upon the said ceremony, Julio the Romanian priest, Louise, and Guiche are all awarded with the medal of White-haired Elf.

The Logistic units moved in the other day, alongside voluntary consolation individuals from the citizens of Tristan and Germania, among which has familiar faces: "Siesta? Mister Scarron? Everyone?" Alexnader greeted the girls and a "Madam" next to a pile of soon-to-be snowman— he was looking for the classic clothings: Hat, scarf, branches, coals, and a carrot.

Louise scoffed upon the sight of the black-haired maid, whie the group returned Alex's greeting with similar manner.

"A lot of bars and inns were called upon to set up a temporary branch in this city, we, with some connections to the Royals in the past, are certainly in the list, besides—" MAnager Scarron raised his mug of beer, "Three things has come to our mind when Albion is mentioned: Bad food, beer-only alcohol, and insufferable women." Earning a short laugh from the young man.

"Well you certainly had me at the beer— it would be kind of bland, isn't it?" He take a sip from his mug.

"Well, that was the reason a lot of bars and inns are called, to sooth the Tristanian with far better tastes!" Alexander nodded in agreement, the Lowland Countries, alongside the Frenchs, are famously strict and picky in their taste of food, beverage, and clothings— striving for manners.

"Speaking of which, what brought you to this piece of land, Alexander? Louise? Draft, perhaps?" He shurgged, while his master was comnig u with an proper reply. "Well, yeah, you could say that, I think?— And you, Siesta?"

The maid tiled her head in confusion. "Why, we are relatives." Alexnader and Louise widen their eyes. "You? Relative, with... th-th-th-" She received a slight handchop of her head before she could proceed further. "Pardon her rather rude approach, but... really?" The two couldn't hide the incredulity in their voices.

"Ye-yes... maternal..." The embarassed maid lowered her head and mumbled. But soon she rose her head in yet another confused expression. "But how did you meet eatch other?"

One of the black-haired waitress interjected. "Ah, they stayed at our inn during the summer, that's how— I am Manager Scarron's daughter, Jessica, by the way." Alexnader nearly chocked on another sip of beer, with Louise shooting her with yet another unbelieveable gaze.

But what came out of Siesta's mouth would had Alexnader emptied his mug of beer in sadness and anger: "Actaully... shortly after Mister Alexnader's departure, the academy was attacked by a band of Albionian bandits— even thought they are all disposed, I would appears that someone in the academy got killed." "Going after the civilians... those bastards." Alexnader slammed the emptied mug down onto the table, his eyebrow furrowed with frustration.

"An-anyways, the academy is closed due to the incident, and I decided to pay a visit to uncle Scarron and Jessica, while hearing about their journey to Albion. I decided to come along... because I want to see you again, Alexnader..." Said male made an embarassed cough as he noticed a unfriendly gaze fixlated on him.