Reincarnated with the Country System

Chapter 105 The Undead Assault (7)

As the Guild Master reached for the door, a voice stopped him in his tracks.

"You don't need to send anyone."

All eyes turned toward the speaker, a man who had been sitting quietly in the corner of the room, exuding an aura of calm confidence. It was Alberto, and his expression was as composed as ever.

"What do you mean, Emperor Alberto?"

Before he could respond, a distant sound broke the tense silence. It started faint and low, like the rumble of distant thunder. But it grew steadily louder, a rhythmic thumping that seemed to fill the air.

Alberto leaned back in his chair with a small, knowing smile. "My people will handle it," he said with quiet authority.

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Far above the Royal Palace, in the high watchtower, two soldiers stood vigil, their eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of danger.

One of them, a young archer with sharp eyes, spotted something unusual in the distance. His grip tightened on his bow as he pointed toward the strange shapes emerging from the clouds. "What is that?" he asked, his voice tense. Without waiting for a response, he raised his bow, nocking an arrow and drawing it back, ready to defend the palace.

His companion, an older, more experienced guard, grabbed his arm before he could release. "Hold your fire!"

"What are you doing?" the younger soldier snapped, his gaze darting back to the dark silhouettes growing larger as they approached. "That could be the dragon—or worse!"

"No," the older soldier said firmly, his tone steady. "It's not an enemy. I've seen those things before."

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Back in the chamber, Queen Maria paced nervously, her brow furrowed with concern. "Your Majesty," she began, turning to Alberto, " I am very grateful to you for wanting to help us. However, our opponent is a dragon and the worst is an undead dragon that is very powerful and terrifying. If we want to defeat it, we need to gather our best people or the damage could be very terrible."

Before he could reply, the door opened, and the ISSD operatives entered the room. Their crisp uniforms and confident bearing immediately caught the attention of everyone present.

Carl stepped forward and gave a respectful bow. " I'm sorry to keep you waiting, Your Majesty," he said.

Alberto gave a smile and stood confidently in front of Queen Maria and said, "Don't worry, Queen Maria. My people are strong enough for the dragon. Also, let's go outside and give you a tour. Your soldiers are fighting outside and aren't you interested in seeing them?"

"What are you saying, Emperor Alberto? If the queen steps outside, she could be in grave danger!" the general protested.

Alberto, however, remained calm. "I am not asking the queen to fight," he replied. "There are thousands of soldiers battling valiantly outside, risking their lives for this kingdom. Shouldn't we honour their courage by standing with them, if only for a moment?" His gaze shifted toward Maria.

Maria hesitated. The weight of Alberto's words was undeniable, yet the general's warning lingered in her mind. She glanced toward the door, where faint echoes of the battle beyond the walls could be heard—the clash of steel, the roar of spells, and the guttural cries of the undead.

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Meanwhile, at the southern wall of the Royal District, the battle raged on. They pile on top of each other and try to climb the wall.

Magicians stationed atop the wall chanted incantations, their staffs glowing as they unleashed fireballs into the horde below. Explosions tore through the undead ranks, sending limbs and charred remains flying in all directions. But for every undead destroyed, more surged forward, their numbers seemingly endless.

The defenders gritted their teeth, their faces slick with sweat and their arms aching from the relentless assault. The walls trembled under the weight of the siege, and the soldiers knew that if the undead managed to scale them, the district would be overrun.