Prologue

1 year ago

Count Jerome Von Lafette watched in shock as his fellow nobleman, the proud Count Thorsten Von Lotz was fell from his horse in the most dishonorable way. He had been among the 20,000 troops and monsters outside the Zegleus capitol city for the past few days as they laid siege to their enemy. However, a moment ago, a strange sight had occurred; several horse-less carriages had taken positions in front of the walls. Assuming they were some strange parley group, the supreme commander ordered Lotz to inform them of the hopelessness of their situation*. However, without warning, these honor less dogs had just done the unthinkable.

*These events take place Manga Chp32-33 /LN Chp14 / Anime Epi11-12

"How dare you… You would attack a messenger?!" the Supreme Commander screamed. "Do you know anything about honor and pride, you barbarians?!" He was flushed with rage.

Suddenly, a girl's voice echoed throughout the skies. "You! Honor less, prideless dogs of the Empire!"

Throughout the ranks of the Aldar army, nobles, officers and enlisted alike all shuddered in fear. How was it possible they were hearing her voice like this? Was this some kind of unholy magic... or perhaps the work of the Gods themselves...?

"You broke the treaty, snuck into this country with the help of some traitors, joined hands with monsters, and killed civilians on your way here. Glorified bandits like you have no right to talk about honor or pride!" the voice continued. "God is angry! No matter how courageously you fight or what kind of deeds you do here, you imperial dogs will not go to His side! Hell is where you all belong!"

Lafette began to sweat, and it had nothing to do with the weight of his armor. The inner voice of experience as a warrior was warning him that something terrible was about to happen. He turned to his immediate company of troops, motioning them into a defensive formation, and for them to raise their shields to prepare for a possible surprise volley.

"How can I be sure... you may be wondering..." the girl's voice continued. " Because I have decreed it! Witness the wrath of God...! " Then seconds later, the world erupted into fire and death.

Hell had come into the land of the living.

Lafette was no stranger to battle or war, but this was something entirely new. He watched with the terror of a child as friends and allies literally exploded with blood and bone all around him, their armors and shields all but worthless as paper. What manner of weapons were these that could destroy a man in such cruel and horrific manner? Were they truly facing the very Gods themselves?

He looked to his Supreme Commander for hope; surely... all our plans... all those years and sacrifice... was it all for nothing? The Commander gritted his teeth and smiled...and looked up. "They're here! Now we can fight back! Unleash the Wyvern corps!"

In the skies above, an entire fleet of wyverns, ridden by trained riders had launched to the city. However, as they reached the edge of the city, the girl's voice once again rang out, "God, it's your turn!", which was then followed by a thunderous roar erupted from the enemy lines, like nothing they had ever heard before.

Up in the skies, white-hot lightning and explosions tore through the wyvern ranks, rending flesh and steel like paper, reducing what had been years of effort, financial expenses and sacrifices into chunks of flesh. How... the commander thought, as he collapsed to his knees... how had it come to this...?

Lafette had managed to hide beneath the bloodied bodies of his own comrades, much to his own eternal shame as he watched the elder dragons that had coaxed his Kingdom into this war do battle with what appeared to be a giant apparition of a foreign girl with black hair in a glowing white dress. So this was their tormentor? A girl with the face of an angel but the soul of a devil? At her apparent commands, he watched in horror as even the mighty dragons fell one-by-one, with the eldest finally fleeing, abandoning the Empire once and for all.

With that, Lafette knew their invasion was finished. Without even hearing orders, he turned to the few surviving members of his company of men and ordered a general retreat. There was no honor to be won here this day... only death and suffering. Now would be the time to lick their wounds and fight another day.

In the months ahead, Lafette's found that his family was among the disgraced because he chose to save his men, with his lands stripped and his titles removed. He was now a commoner; no longer a landowner in what was once a proud Empire. He did hear the stories however as to who had led to their defeat... the Lightning ArchPriestess. The image he saw that day on the battlefield burned in his mind. This ... ArchPriestess ... he gritted his teeth... Whatever he must do, he vowed... however long it took... he would have his revenge...