Outside West Berlin Castle, beyond the winding moat, on an open field, Yekaterina Otto von West Berlin shed her usual long dress and donned the blue military uniform representing the West Berlin Family. She gripped the hilt of her longsword at her waist, her emerald eyes gazing at the three hundred people before her.
These were all the people she could muster.
They were also absolutely loyal to her.
Weapons and armor had already been distributed.
The battle horses had also been prepared early.
The huge rock behind her was not sealed, and the night wind poured in, creating a howling sound.
That sound—
was like the cry of an eagle.
Yekaterina liked such a sound.
The eldest daughter of the Marquess of West Berlin, without any hesitation, stood on a rock beside her and loudly shouted—
"Port Doldot is burning!
Heretics are rampaging!
The external enemy is brazenly looting!
Who is willing to charge with me!"
