Everyone who fights often knows how difficult it is to defend an isolated fortress against an enemy five times larger and with hundreds of heavy artillery.
Christine chose to rescue, but internally accepted that Frank Castle could not hold.
She slowed her pace, dispatching scouts to expand the reconnaissance area, fearing that the few thousand elite knights brought for rescue might also fall into the encirclement.
When the scouts told her the fortress was still holding, she suspected it was an auditory hallucination.
Upon rushing to Frank Castle day and night, the fortress was not only solid as a rock but seemed like it could hold out for much longer.
She felt puzzled, even thinking it was a trap.
Until she saw several familiar faces and flags appear on the walls.
She had imagined Frank Castle would fall or be severely defended, but never expected the defenders could guard it so calmly.
The drawbridge facing Sussex slowly lowered, and the city gates opened.
