The Military Princess Won’t Fall in Love with a Magic Scientist

Chapter 247. “Do Not Overstep, Do Not Do More, Do Not Make Mistakes”

Bang!

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“R-Report!” ‍​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍the scout rasped, his voice full of absolute terror. “The front line, the front line... something sudden happened! The First Watchtower... it’s gone! It’s all gone!”

The ‍​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍arguing inside the room stopped abruptly.

Wooooo—!!!

A ‍​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍shrill alarm tore through the fortress canopy.

...

Outside the fortress, at the first defensive line.

The eerie purple-black fog was no longer drifting aimlessly. It moved like a living thing, writhing madly across the ground and spreading outward.

And deep within that thick, impenetrable purple mist, thousands upon thousands of scarlet lanterns lit up.

No, they were not lanterns.

They were eyes.

Compound eyes.

“Hiss—Kyaa!!!”

A grating screech that set teeth on edge echoed into the sky.

Countless black shadows the size of carriages burst through the mist. They wore metallic-sheened carapaces, and their eight long legs were like the sharp scythes of death. Every step they took pierced the frozen earth with ease.

They trampled over the corpses of their own kind and surged forward like a black tide, sweeping over the trenches and smashing toward the city walls.

“Hold the line! Damn it, they’re Giant Scythe Demon Spiders! Don’t fall back!”

“Hold the line! Musketeers, prepare!”

Though the soldiers on the wall had been brought from the Royal Capital by the Second Prince, they were by no means all useless ornaments. These guards possessed solid basic combat strength. Facing the demonic tide, the front ranks quickly raised heavy shields, while the elite in the rear lifted their standard-issued refined muskets.

However, that strange purple fog was the true nightmare.

It was not merely an obstacle that blocked vision. It was more like a living toxin. The fog seeped through the gaps in their armor, and the soldiers felt their breathing burn. The fingers gripping their guns began to go numb and tremble uncontrollably.

Their once-prized marksmanship turned into blind groping in that dense, impenetrable purple mist.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Muzzle flashes spat through the fog, but with their sight obstructed and their hands losing all sensation, most of the shots struck empty air or glanced off the edges of the demon spiders’ hard shells.

“I can’t see! I can’t see anything below us at all!”

Just as the soldiers tried to lock onto targets through the purple fog, the first Giant Scythe Demon Spider silently leaped onto the wall under cover of the mist. The front-line shield soldiers reacted quickly and tried to block it, but the erosion of the purple fog made their movements a fraction slower than usual.

That single instant of delay was fatal.

Crunch!

Its sharp forelimbs swept across.

Man and shield alike were neatly cut in half, as easily as paper cuttings. Blood erupted and dyed the battlements red.

“Aaahhh—!”

The screams became the fuse that triggered collapse.

The breach torn open by that one demon spider instantly allowed more black reapers to pour in. The defensive line was on the verge of breaking.

...

Back in the command center, after a brief deathly silence, an even fiercer argument exploded.

“Retreat! We have to pull the defensive line back by thirty kilometers!” the Chief Logistics Officer shrieked, the fat on his face shaking wildly. “His Highness isn’t here! If the Royal Knight Order’s elites all die in that fog, who’s going to take responsibility? Do you want to end up in military court?!”

That was not just his roar. It was the shared conviction of all the Royal Capital officers standing behind him.

Behind their flickering, panic-stricken eyes was a set of bureaucratic survival rules they had long since memorized by heart: if the superior officer was missing and no order had been issued, then no troops must be deployed without authorization.

At a time like this, doing nothing meant making no mistakes; doing more only meant making more mistakes. If they won, that was luck. But if they lost, it would become the capital crime of acting without orders and burying elite forces for no reason. Military court would be inevitable.

Compared with the lives of those mud-foot peasants, preserving their own official hats and heads was obviously far more important.

“Bullshit!”

The fortress defense commander—the one nicknamed “One-Eye,” Balk—looked as if his eye was about to pop out of its socket, the veins on his neck bulging violently.

He grabbed the Chief Logistics Officer by the collar and sprayed spit all over his face. “Retreat thirty kilometers? There are villages behind us, and fields that haven’t even been harvested yet! That’s tens of thousands of lives! You want those magical beasts to use the common people as an all-you-can-eat buffet?!”

“We hold this line! We hold it until reinforcements arrive!”

“Hold it? When the muskets can’t even hit their targets, what are you going to hold it with? Your own life?”

“Damn coward! You bunch of soft-legged weaklings from the Royal Capital!”

At that moment, the old general Karlsas, who had been sitting in the main seat with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them.

Crack!

The solid wooden round table beneath Karlsas’s hand had an entire corner crushed off in his grip. He rose to his feet, and the long-dormant pressure of a peak Sixth-Tier powerhouse swept through the room like a tidal wave, instantly suppressing every argument.

“Enough.”

The old general did not look at the Chief Logistics Officer collapsed on the floor, nor at the commanders wearing troubled expressions. He simply tore off his cloak in silence, revealing the battle-scarred armor beneath.

He strode to the weapon rack and seized the two-handed greatsword that had followed him for half his life.

“Since His Highness is ‘in seclusion,’ and the seal ‘cannot be used,’ then according to the kingdom’s military law, without formal authorization, I also have no right to command a single one of your Royal Capital divisions.”

Karlsas put on his helmet. The visor fell, covering that aged yet resolute face, leaving only a pair of eyes burning with both rage and clarity.

“I, Karlsas, have upheld the rules all my life. I do not intend to break them now, in my old age.”

He turned his head and looked at the Chief Logistics Officer cowering in the corner, his voice cold as ice. “You guard your seal, and they can guard their unit designations. As for now...”

The old general strode toward the main doors. The scraping of his armor sounded especially harsh in the deathly silent command center.

“I will only take my own men.”

...

Five thousand personal guard knights.

This was the only private force Karlsas could rightfully command.

They had no magnificent enchanted armor, nor any expensive alchemical potions. All they had was killing intent forged in cold wind and blood.

“General, are the other legions really not deploying?” The deputy officer rode up beside him, looking at the tide of magical beasts surging in from afar, his voice trembling slightly.

“They received no orders. If they deploy, it will be overstepping their authority. Afterward, they’ll be sent to the gallows,” Karlsas said, holding his sword horizontally before him. His tone was calm, as if he were talking about something utterly unimportant. “But the duty of us fortress defenders is to die at the very front.”

He looked toward the rolling purple fog outside, and dazzling crimson Battle Aura erupted from his body—blazing hot, like a wildfire sweeping the plains.

“For Astrelia, and for the civilians behind this wall.”

Karlsas charged first, like a crimson cannonball shot from the barrel, crashing violently into the Beast Tide pouring through the breach.

“Charge with me!!!”

“Kill!!!”

The five thousand knights roared in unison, and the soundwave shattered the snow filling the sky.

With a furious shout, the old general erupted with brilliant crimson Battle Aura. It was so dense it was nearly liquid, and behind him there vaguely formed the phantom silhouette of blazing flames.

“【Flame Sword · Wavebreaker】!”

He slashed upward diagonally with the greatsword in his hand. A flaming sword aura dozens of meters long swept low across the ground, instantly turning more than a hundred Abyssal Giant Scythe Spiders ahead into charred corpses.

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