"Legion, against legion!"
The command, although not loud, carried with it the dignity of the higher-ups and the iron will of Conquerors. It instantly spread throughout the entire battlefield. Even the brave Roman Soldiers were startled by the hint of gunpowder and the iron-blooded aroma that the seemingly delicate girl's words conveyed.
Having served as the Personal Guard Army for the Roman Emperor for many years, these soldiers were very familiar with this feeling—it was the bearing of a true sovereign, the flair that only a great ruler who could decide the fate of the entire nation with a single word possessed. No pretending noble could ever imitate this metallic edge in their lifetime.
"Click, click..."
