Cthulhu Fantasy : I Am The Great Old One

Looking at the report in his hand, commander Robert sucked in a breath of cold air.    

"This..."    

Robert's hands were trembling.    

In the north of Orleans, on the plains that were most suitable for cavalry battles, close to four thousand French soldiers were fighting against a small English Army supply team. The French army had knights, cannons, and even over four hundred elite Scots infantry as reinforcements, but the result of the battle was... a huge defeat?    

A huge defeat.    

A complete and utter defeat.    

Not only did the French not manage to swallow this supply team in one bite, they were even beaten to the point of fleeing in all directions by the enemy's counterattack. The commander of Scotland, stuart, and the Duke of Dinuit of France were both heavily injured and almost died. The morale of the entire front line was heavily damaged, and even Olly City almost directly opened up the city and surrendered.    

Even though they had such a huge advantage, they still lost.    

"Will of God..."    

Robert thought of the inexplicable so-called "prophecy."    

The prophecy came true.    

The front line was really defeated.    

Robert could not understand why the front line's troops still returned in defeat despite having such an advantage. However, if he could match the prophecy that the woman had given him...    

"Will of God..."    

Robert closed his eyes in pain.    

Yes, this was the will of God. Because he doubted the will of God, the French army in Orleans would return with a great defeat. Because he imprisoned the messenger of God, alliang City almost opened up the city and surrendered. It seemed like there was no connection, but in fact, god was giving him the last warning.    

That woman was God's messenger, the saviour of France. If he continued to detain Holy Maiden, who represented the will of God...    

God did not mind watching France perish.    

"Guards! Guards!"    

Robert, who had a vague understanding of God's will, quickly called out to his personal guards.    

"Go! Let that woman out! Give her a good horse! Give her a good sword!"    

" Then send her to Shannon! "    

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In the dark cell, a strong woman wearing a cloak was sitting in a pile of straw that was used as a bed with her eyes closed.    

She had been imprisoned here for ten days, but Na didn't think that she would receive any bad treatment.    

She was very confident in her 'prophecy'.    

The military force at the front seemed to have a lot of people, but the Scots and the French had different fighting styles. If they cooperated, they would definitely drag each other down. In addition, the Scots lacked armor to protect themselves, so for the British who were good at archery, they were the best living targets.    

The fear of death was contagious.    

The French army would definitely lose.    

So instead of worrying about his own situation, he might as well make use of this period of time to train his body.    

The room was too narrow, and it was not suitable to train the strength of the muscles and bones, but it was more than enough to practice the operating method of the body.    

...    

"Although you know how to swing your sword, the way you use your sword is completely wrong. If you want to truly exert your strength, your arms and shoulders actually don't need to exert strength, the real strength... Forget it, this isn't something that can be explained in a few sentences, I'll do it once. Just watch. Anyway, the training is done."    

As he spoke, the pitch-black armor raised both hands and made a landing pose.    

"You're a woman. Your body structure is different from a man's. It actually affects your practice... But this is the basic principle. Try it once."    

...    

Recalling the scene during the lesson, na slowly lowered her hands.    

Sucking in her chest and lowering her elbow, her center of gravity was about to land on her hip, so she had to be completely focused.    

The most basic key points circled in her mind, and after completing the action, na opened her eyes.    

Very good, you did the right thing.    

This was the foundation of foundation, but it was an extremely essential thing. According to "Mr. Gondor," if she completely grasped the way this body operated, she could even use a wooden sword to neatly cut paper like a real sword. She was so ignorant and ignorant that Na was unable to understand what kind of scene it was.    

But this did not prevent her from understanding that this method of operating the body was correct.    

There were many things that needed to be paid attention to, and she needed to concentrate completely. This was still a little too difficult for her right now. However, according to what Mr. Gondor said, only by converting these things into the instincts of the body could one truly grasp them.    

So...    

He let Na raise her hands again.    

Sucking her chest, lowering her elbow...    

"Huala!"    

The sound of chains rubbing against each other could be heard in the silent cell.    

"Hm?"    

Na's attention was distracted, so she gave up on practicing and opened her eyes.    

"It's the two of you again... what? Lord Robert finally understood God's will?"    

"Your prophecy has come true, master."    

Beltron and Jean could vaguely feel the imposing aura of a God, which made them appear even more respectful.    

After all, this person in front of them was a person who had truly revealed a miracle. It didn't matter whether it was the fact that swords and sabers were hard to injure, or the fact that he had prophesied a battle far away in the Orleans. This was not something that a mortal could do. This woman in front of him was indeed the genuine Holy Maiden.    

Alright, even if it was just a pair of hands that could easily break a sword into pieces, the two of them did not dare to say no.    

"Master Robert has already realized the seriousness of the matter, so he has prepared a fast horse. He also has us two in charge of escorting you to Xinnon."    

Beltron slightly bowed.    

"I haven't received you well recently, so please forgive me."    

"It's fine, it's just a small matter."    

Na let out a bright smile.    

"This is just that your meals are a bit unpalatable, but the amount is still enough."    

"Er..."    

Beltron and Jean looked at each other in dismay.    

After being imprisoned for ten days, not only did he not show any signs of panic, he even had the mood to talk about food and drink?    

And from the other party's expression... From the looks of it... this was not a lie.    

This woman really didn't care about these things.    

In addition to the magical aspects that she displayed, beltron and the others actually had a faint feeling of worship in their hearts.    

This kind of spirit...    

The other party was indeed the genuine Holy Maiden.    

A village girl who ran out of a remote village could not possibly have such a bearing... Wait a minute?    

"That..."    

Recalling the other party's background, it suddenly made him think of a very serious problem.    

"Sir, do you know how to ride a horse?"    

"I..."    

Recalling Mr. Gondor's teachings, na gently shook her head.    

"No."    

"This is..."    

Beltron and Jean were speechless.    

Indeed, no matter how outstanding Holy Maiden was, it was impossible for her, who came from a remote village, to learn how to ride properly. After all, if one wanted to learn horse riding, the cost was not...    

"But to let me see the crown prince, it is the will of God."    

Looking at the two hesitant guards, na stood up.    

"It's just riding a horse. It's not a problem for God."