The winter sun at noon cast its faint rays on the snow, while the service soldiers pushed carts, scavenging for usable spoils of war amidst the snow and mud.
As for the remaining Holy Grail Gun Cavalry and the supporting infantry regiment, they continued pursuing the remnants of the Leia people.
Groups of prisoners of war, dejected and forlorn, were escorted under the watchful eyes of the holy guns, advancing towards Haji Castle at the rear.
In such a cold winter day, taking a sip of distilled pine nut liquor was the quickest way to feel alive.
Victor did just that, unscrewing the silver liquor flask he had snatched from the hands of a noble.
The icy liquor slid down his throat, transforming into a fiery heat.
It not only dispelled the cold within, but also numbed the arrow wounds and pain on his body.
"Hahaha——" Victor couldn't help but laugh out loud.
