1520 The AfterMath

It's been 4 days since the unbelievable battle in the Capital.

And though they won, it was not without sorrow.

Before the Baymardians came to their rescue, they had already lost a few good men to the war.

Many inwardly prayed for those who died, wishing the Goddess would welcome them with open arms into the heavens.

But death was a normal thing in these times. Many didn't grieve sorrowfully but looked at the men as heroes who were just starting another chapter of their existence in the heavens.

Everyone would die someday. And though it hurts... In these warring times, their grief was but momentarily.

Now, it was time to get back to work.

The many knights and Baymardian soldiers joined in cleaning up the bloodied sites.

All armors, shields, and any metallic objects, were sent to the Private Royal Barracks.

Following that, the horses that survived were also sent there too, if not overly injured.

However, some needed to be out of their misery.

These and the already dead ones were gathered and their meat shared and sent to the kitchens in the Royal barracks and the estates belonging to the supporters.

They found over 200,000 dead horses. This meat alone should feed the large number well and provide nourishment for the injured who risked their lives to fight for his highness Gregory.

As for the battlefield itself, sigh...

One should never underestimate the gore it contained.

The entire place was just reddish black, with dried-up blood everywhere on looks.

Once the battle ended that fateful day, a massive flock of crows and vultures flew in great numbers, pecking off on all body parts they could find.

Be it amputated legs, severed ears, or even eyeballs... These birds spared no parts.

But this wasn't all.

The stench was awful, with many bladders and bowels of these dead men opening up.

And as the hours passed, the stench only grew worse, especially in this hot weather.

A tsunami of flies flocked over too, and maggots began swimming wherever they touched.

This was the true aftermath of war!!

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But while the able did their best to clear the scene and return places to normal, the many injured knights were hauled away by not just the Baymardian military doctors and nurses but also the famous Titarian healers.

These healers pushed their eats through, diligently following the Baymardians like dogs, wagging their tails about.

"What holy thing is this? You call it a medicine capsule? And why is its color red on one side and white on another?"

"Ahhhh!!!!!---... What equipment will let you hear the patient's heartbeat like this?"

"Amazing! I have never seen anything like this! This surgery is too groundbreaking! Please, take me as your disciple! Look! I'll even throw in my son for you to matter!"

"F***! Don't listen to him, miss! His son is still 11 years old! What do you want to do with such a little brat with no manly features? If we're talking about sons, then take mine instead!"

"Bastard! Are you trying to pick a fight? With how bad baldness runs in your family, why would you want doctor Olivia to waste her time with her sons?"

"Doctor Shanan! Take me as your disciples instead!!"

"Doctor Gray! I am willing to be adopted by you. Just say the word, and I'll pack up and follow you to the ends of the world!"

"I was so shocked by what I saw that I forgot to blink and began crying."

"Me too! Can I say I'm happy that people got injured? What is godly medicine? This is godly medicine!"

"Thank you! Thank you, brave injured knights! Next time, try breaking other parts of your body, so we see such heavenly techniques again."

[The injured knights]... (×_×)

We want to punch you but we have no strength.

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Baymard.

It has just been 4 days, yet the name Baymard has conquered the entire Capital!!!

From their metal carriages to the strange items and objects they had at their disposal, many were already convinced this place was a heavenly site too advanced for their limited imaginations.

F***! What did they just see?

There were brochures with glass buildings reaching for the sky!

Moreover, many saw what these Baymardians called catalogs, with various car models lined up!

The trees in some of these images were too beautiful, with strange clean, and black colored roads that made it hard for them to tell if they were made of stone or not.

And then, what was even more strange, was that these people also knew Roma.

Roma was identical to 'Zol,' with only a few spelling and pronunciation differences between the 2.

So of course they understood what these Baymardians said.

Giant ships made of iron and other wonders displayed on the brochures and various small booklets only fueled their desire to see this heavenly place.

Merchants saw an opportunity in this, and people in business were already beginning to make plans.

In the various clans, even the enemies who hadn't been brought out into the light, also squinted their eyes, listening to the reports their spies had gotten from the palace.

Their few spies had managed to steal a few brochures from the guards and workers.

And in a particular dark room, many had pale faces, knowing how dangerous this new opponent was.

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Pyno!... Pyno of all damn places! No... It wasn't Pyno but Baymard in particular.

These were their thoughts, thinking whether empires might not be a match for this new empire.

They even thought Baymard might be the biggest empire in Pyno, occupying most of its landscape and a majority of Pyno's population.

Just look at how powerful it looked in these strange booklets?

Yes! It should be the biggest and the strongest!

Then doesn't this spell bad news for them?

Not good! Not good!

Their chests grew together, and the feeling of being trapped flooded their bodies.

~Bam!

A silver-haired man smashed his fists on his armrest.

"Good Goddess of Titarian! I never should've agreed to join you in this deadly crusade!"

"Yes! Yes! You all pushed and talked us into it!" Another added, feeling very anxious.

Don't look at how calm the Capital was after the legendary war.

They, more than anyone else, knew this was just the calm before the storm.

What they did was an act of treason!!!

They sided with the enemy to take Gregory's life. And though they could say it was those Captains that individually acted without their consent due to greed, who would truly buy such a blatant lie?

Even if his highness lets things go for now, they would still be talking on a thin rope that could snap when they least expected it.

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Many felt their intestines grow green, thinking of how they might get demoted and lose their power once summoned to the palace.

Yes! They don't think his tightness would kill them, even if their injured and captured men ratted them out in prison.

They had more than 20 ways to prove someone had 'set them up.'

Before the big battle, they had long left a leeway out for themselves. So the only thing that would get affected would be their power.

But what's the difference between crippling them and taking most of their power away?

Their ships, their men, their warehouses filled with armors, expensive black powders, and so on... If any of these get confiscated, then even protecting themselves against their other high-society enemies in nobility would be too difficult!

Just envisioning a scene of them groveling before their enemies while being bullied was enough to give them sleepless nights.

They would prefer to lose a body part than lose their power!!!

'Dear Goddess... Please don't demote me to a Count or even a Baron!'

These were their prayers. Many were Viscounts, Dukes, ministers, and people of the highest grades. So how can they be willing to swim with the scum of the wealthy?

Making such an adjustment would be too difficult.

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"What do we do? What do we do now?"

Panic. Panic... Panic filled the room, thinking of such a troublesome enemy they made all because of the instigation of these bastards!!!

"It's all your fault! We were there on our own, minding our damn business until you lot came along!"

"That's right! Just the hidden guard that saved Gregory right before our eyes was already a top-notch guard. The best I've ever seen. So imagine how strong the other Baymardian guards and knights will be? Tell me, do you have such a powerful force to counterattack them with?"

Everyone stood, pointing hysterically as they vented their anger and mostly fears onto Camila and Mushu.

On a normal day, they would've been too scared to open their mouths and talk back to the duo in this manner.

But after experiencing such a thing, who the hell cares about the identities of these 2 when their futures were at stake?

"Silence!" Mushu's voice bellowed.

And his icy aura instantly made many cower back.

"I know what many of you fear. But don't forget that the one who brought you in was Duke Cletus, not myself or lady Camila. That said... Why do you think we've lost?"

Eh? Haven't they?

Mushu's words shocked everyone silly.

The little fat on their cheeks trembled vigorously.

What did Lord Mushu mean?!!!!!!

Eh? Haven't they?

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