When that majestic golden figure of Edgar Roland along with the purified heroic spirits of the Oath Knight Order transformed into countless points of light and dissipated into the sky above Brionne River, the entire battlefield fell into a brief moment of absolute silence.
It was as if time had been frozen.
Then suddenly, like a volcano repressed for millennia erupting with a thunderous roar!
"Vict—ory—!!!"
Someone, using all their strength, hoarsely shouted out the first cry. This voice was like the spark that ignites a fuse.
"Victory! We won!"
"Long live Hesse! Long live the Lord!"
"Praise the Sun Goddess!"
