Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks

Losa looked at the long spears erected high on the city walls, with heads impaled on them, and couldn’t help but frown slightly.

Leopold, beside him, didn’t find it anything unusual. In times of war, any method that can effectively demoralize the enemy is a good method, and there’s really nothing surprising about sticking a head up there.

"Who did this?"

"It was Captain Murphy."

An image of the young Knight quickly formed in Losa’s mind. He sighed lightly and said to Jeanne beside him, "Even the power of hatred can breed a strong holy light. No wonder a world like yours once had a group of lunatics who would just burn people at a whim."

There are more demons in Yesterday’s Giant Ship World, along with various evil casters, and countless people have died at their hands. Relatives of the deceased joined the ranks of the Monastic Knights because of this, and quite a few climbed the ranks quickly.

This also indirectly led to an even grander scale of witch-hunt movement in Yesterday’s Giant Ship World than in reality.

Jeanne couldn’t help but knock on Losa’s helmet.

"Sorry, I forgot."

Losa regained his senses and said somewhat embarrassedly.

Strictly speaking, Jeanne was also one of the victims of those witch-hunt movements. During her trial, she was charged with "witchcraft," "cross-dressing," and "heresy."

"Sew his head and body together and bury him."

Losa gave the order, then turned to Leopold beside him: "Sir, I plan to personally assault the Royal Palace next. Will you join me? Or will you coordinate with King Philip’s forces to attack the western wall?"

"Your Majesty, my troops will follow your command entirely. As for myself, I will accompany you to witness the grand moment of breaching the Damascus Royal Palace. Our most noble Augustus surely won’t deign to notice someone like me."

Leopold smiled a bit self-deprecatingly. In truth, the Babenberg Family had profound ties with the Capet Dynasty, dating back to the second King of the Capet Dynasty, Believer Robert.

Previously, Leopold took pride in his noble and ancient lineage, but only after reaching the Holy Land did he realize that Philip looked at him just as he did at his own poor rural relatives.

In other words, there were simply too many who claimed kinship with the Capet Dynasty.

Even though Leopold had worked hard to make Austria more prosperous, in the eyes of those old noble families, it clearly didn’t carry the weight that Saxony or Bavaria did with those old Dukes.

Losa smiled, "Since you insist, sir, put on your helmet, because we must set off!"

The defenders on the walls were completely routed.

Swarms of defeated soldiers retreated into the city, heading for the inner city, while outlying citizens with their families clogged the gates of the inner city, striving to push forward.

Someone in the crowd suddenly shouted, "The Franks are coming!"

The citizens, who had been maintaining some semblance of order under the defenders’ blades, immediately began to panic and squeeze forward as if they’d gone mad. Some people, unable to breathe, emitted despairing cries, while others were simply trampled to death.

A basket with a baby was tossed to the roadside, emitting loud cries.

His mother had died under the blades of the retreating soldiers, possibly due to failed robbery, or perhaps merely because she was in the way.

Clang—

An iron boot stepped next to the baby’s basket.

What that person said wasn’t a lie; the Franks truly had arrived.

A Knight carrying a flail slowly bent down.

Behind him, a Hospital Knight angrily shouted, "Murphy, what are you doing?"

Murphy, unconcerned, lifted the linen cloth covering the basket, and looking at the exquisitely carved little boy inside, his face subconsciously showed a hint of a kindly smile.

Behind him, the cold edge of a sword pressed against the back of his neck.

From beneath the visor of the pig-mouthed helmet, the gallant young Knight coldly commanded, "Put the child down, Murphy!"

Without turning, Murphy removed his gloves, reached out, and gently soothed the baby in the basket with his fingers: "Though I hate heretics, I’m not going to vent my rage on a child. You’re the one who should put down your weapon."

The young Knight hesitated for a moment and then withdrew his weapon.

"I’m sorry..."

Murphy covered the basket with the linen cloth again and asked, a bit troubled, "What should we do now?"

The Monastery has a duty to care for orphans, and outside the doors of well-regarded monasteries, one can often find abandoned infants left by their parents. Murphy and his companions, as Knights of the Lazarus Order of the monastery, were naturally part of the Church.

The young Knight hesitated, "Should we take him to the camp? But we still have combat duties."

For a moment, the dozen or so Knights were at a loss.

Fortunately, soon, a gentle female voice sounded from behind them.

"Just leave it to me."

Turning around, they saw a Female Knight wearing a Fallow Deer Hood, standing amidst the corpse-laden, filthy alleyways, like a lotus blooming in a sea of blood. Her white battle robe was spotless as she walked toward them.

Behind her, Losa and several hundred Winged Cavalry serving as personal guards were advancing in tight formation.

Murphy covered the basket with the linen cloth again and asked, a bit troubled, "What should we do now?"

The Monastery has a duty to care for orphans, and outside the doors of well-regarded monasteries, one can often find abandoned infants left by their parents. Murphy and his companions, as Knights of the Lazarus Order of the monastery, were naturally part of the Church.

The young Knight hesitated, "Should we take him to the camp? But we still have combat duties."

For a moment, the dozen or so Knights were at a loss.

Fortunately, soon, a gentle female voice sounded from behind them.

"Just leave it to me."

Turning around, they saw a Female Knight wearing a Fallow Deer Hood, standing amidst the corpse-laden, filthy alleyways, like a lotus blooming in a sea of blood. Her white battle robe was spotless as she walked toward them.

Behind her, Losa and several hundred Winged Cavalry serving as personal guards were advancing in tight formation.

Murphy covered the basket with the linen cloth again and asked, a bit troubled, "What should we do now?"

The Monastery has a duty to care for orphans, and outside the doors of well-regarded monasteries, one can often find abandoned infants left by their parents. Murphy and his companions, as Knights of the Lazarus Order of the monastery, were naturally part of the Church.

The young Knight hesitated, "Should we take him to the camp? But we still have combat duties."

For a moment, the dozen or so Knights were at a loss.

Fortunately, soon, a gentle female voice sounded from behind them.

"Just leave it to me."

Turning around, they saw a Female Knight wearing a Fallow Deer Hood, standing amidst the corpse-laden, filthy alleyways, like a lotus blooming in a sea of blood. Her white battle robe was spotless as she walked toward them.

Behind her, Losa and several hundred Winged Cavalry serving as personal guards were advancing in tight formation.