A Journey Of A Delusional Witch
Chapter 105: Battle of Nirvana (1)

Standing on the terrace of the Palace is King Pulchritudo ol Narsist.

His silver eyes looked into the distance with annoyance and disgust mixed in them.

Just outside the walls of the Capital City were the Alliance troops that had already arrived and were preparing to raid the Narsist Kingdom's Capital.

The fact that the Alliance troops had already arrived at his doorstep really made his mouth bitter.

How many times had he ordered his troops to head off the Alliance forces before they could reach the Capital. However, thanks to his incompetent subordinates, the repugnant Alliance force managed to dirty the courtyard with their dirty feet.

"Senor!" without hiding his regret, King Pulchrititudo called Pope Senor who had stood not far from him. "Yes, Your Majesty" took a prostrating position, Pope Senor lowered his head in wait

commandments.

Although Pope Senor had bowed gracefully, it did not enter the eyes of King Pulchrititudo, who had not yet removed his eyes from the gate.

"Say, what am I looking at right now?"

"Your Majesty, what His Majesty looks at now is the sacred wall of His Majesty's Kingdom that exceeds the Kingdom of the Gods"

Trying to praise King Pulchrititudo as always, it is a pity for Pope Senor because now is the worst thing for it.

"!" sensing the great killing Aura of King Pulchrititudo, Pope Senor inevitably had to shiver in fear because he could not bear receiving a strong Aura from the person he was serving.

"If you say it's a holy wall! Why would those savage creatures be able to touch him!!!"

Regardless of his manners and image as a ruler, King Pulchrititudo snapped at Pope Senor like a man who had lost his mind.

Under the pressure exerted by King Pulchrititudo, Pope Senor who had already begun to break out in cold sweat hurriedly tried to explain.

"Your Majesty." dear, King Pulchrititudo was not in the mood to listen and interrupted him immediately "My children are gone, my cowardly wife has fled to the edge of the Kingdom, and even my general is now just

one left!" still refusing to face Pope Senor, King Pulchrititudo finally gave his edict.

"Senor ol Ballena" harboring his anger, King Pulchrititudo now gave the Royal decree "Go to the field of battle and prove your loyalty to me!".

Receiving orders from the King, Pope Senor could only answer "Your wish is the Commandment for the Servant" before leaving King Pulchrititudo who still faithfully looked into the distance.

...

"Fuckers!"

Saying vulgar words, Pope Senor stomped his feet like a child sulking.

Regardless of the Maids and Royal Guards watching in silence, Pope Senor let out his frustration in the hallway of the Palace.

"Why?! Why should I be blamed!??... I am not a General! I am not the King's advisor! I am just a Pope! A Pope of an artificial religion! Why do I have to accept all the mistakes and insults!?!?"

Ruffling her hair that had begun to be rare, her expensive clothes now became tangled and no longer looked beautiful.

Regardless of the sight of the Royal Guards leading to him, Pope Senor walked down the hallway of the Palace to the armament hall.

No matter how reluctant he was to advance to the battlefield. It is impossible to defy the King's orders.

Reluctantly Pope Senor enters the armory room to retrieve the Armor that will protect him on the front lines.

"What the fuck?!"

Just now Pope Senor entered the room, the unexpected thing greeted him.

The armament room, which, as the name suggests, must contain the highest quality weaponry worthy of the Royal Family.

However, it was not the row of swords and spears he had encountered. It was an art gallery that he got.

Painting of sunsets over a beautiful lake. A clay pot that is white like milk. Until a statue of a beautiful woman carrying a water barrel.

All kinds of artwork are neatly displayed inside a beautiful and charming art gallery.

He wiped his eyes but the scene before him remained unchanged. Thinking he was misplaced, Pope Senor immediately withdrew a Royal Guard for questioning...

"Say, is it true that this is an armament room?!"

"That's true, however, by the First Prince's order. This room has been conjured into his private art gallery"

"What?!" still not believing what he had just heard, Pope Senor immediately asked "then where are all the weapons transferred?".

"I'm sorry, that only the First Prince knows"

"Tch!" not hiding his sense of regret, Pope Senor immediately told the Royal Guard to return to his place while he searched where the First Prince was now.

The First Prince of the Narsist Kingdom, Cultura ol Narsist.

Inheriting the face of the Father and the eyes of the Mother, he is a handsome man just like the Father and has an obsession similar to his mother.

As the First Prince of a Kingdom, it is natural that Prince Cultura is educated as the next King candidate.

It was just that, thanks to King Pulchrititudo who refused to live and die as mortal beings. He did not appoint Prince Cultura or his other son as a successor to the throne with delusions that he who will live forever will continue to rule his Kingdom so that something like a successor is not needed at all.

That's why Prince Cultura grew up to be a free child because there was no burden on his shoulders.

With all the free time he had, Prince Cultura pursued what had become his obsession with art.

If the Mother, Queen Impar ol Narsist is obsessed with becoming the most beautiful woman in the world. Prince Cultura aspires to collect all the best art from around the world and display it in his private museum that only he can enjoy.

There are not counted how many of these private museums actually are.

Everything was scattered and hidden so it was difficult to calculate it.

And, just now Prince Cultura made a 'Nothing' room in Nirvana Palace as his personal storage.

"Hm♪ Hm♪ Hm♪" humming cheerfully was Prince Cultura who had just returned home from the auction venue with a ceramic bowl in hand.

Impatient to display his little booty into his new museum, Prince Cultura sees his Uncle, Pope Senor coming up to him with an annoyed look on his face.

As a good nephew, of course Prince Cultura would greet his Uncle that.

"Uncle Senor! It was unexpected to meet Uncle on this beautiful day!"

Giving the best he can. Unfortunately, his greeting was not heard by Pope Senor who immediately threw a question to him.

"Say! Where do I keep all the weapons in the armament room?!"

Finding the Uncle uttered a disrespectful word, Prince Cultura had wanted to justify his Uncle's words but did not so after seeing the expression that his Uncle was making now.

Because Cultura did not want to linger, she also casually told everything.

"I mean that useless ugly junkyard uncle? Because my brother Argenti wanted it so I gave it all to him"

Hearing the name of Prince Argenti who has been missing for a week. The resentment in Pope Senor disappeared and was replaced by a question mark.

"Second Prince? Does Prince Cultura know of his whereabouts now?"

Shaking his head, Prince Cultura replied that the last time he met his sister was 10 days ago.

"Ten days ago?" muttering this, Pope Senor's alleged suspicion that the Second Prince who is currently disappearing has actually betrayed the Kingdom and joined the Alliance's forces is now increasingly becoming.

Not only did he bring his three sisters and brother-in-law, Prince Argenti had also brought all the weaponry inside the Palace with him.

In order to make sure that was not all that Prince Argenti brought, Pope Senor immediately left Prince Cultura just like that and immediately rushed towards the treasure room.

Watching the Uncle running in the hallway of the Palace, Prince Cultura who did not have time to reprimand him could only shake his head before finally forgetting everything and returning to walk to his new museum.

Arriving inside the treasure room that was deep within the Nirvana Palace. Pope Senor breathes a sigh of relief. Seeing the pile of gold and jewels before him, his mind calmed down.

Just to be sure, Pope Senor checked everything and found that not a single coin was missing from the treasure chamber.

Walking out the treasure room with a carefree heart, next he returned depressed because he still did not have the Armor that could protect him at the frontline.

Having no other choice, Pope Senor was forced to go back into the treasure room to 'borrow' some bags of gold before he went to the weapon shop not far from Nirvana Palace.

...

Wearing a green-leafed Light Armor, a golden ornament adorned his armor to form a very beautiful pattern. In addition to the various kinds of gemstones that adorn his body here and there, making his appearance become very striking wherever he is.

It was seen that the man also carried a golden bow that was equivalent in length to his body.

The original identity of the man was the last General of the Four Great Generals of the Narsist Kingdom.

The Wind General of the North, Boreas El Borras.

With a confident expression, he looked at the Alliance troops who were only a matter of time before they blew the war trumpet.

Unafraid that he would be an easy target, General Boreas appeared to announce that the gates of the Capital were under his protection and anyone who dared to touch him should be able to pass through his rainbow.

Approaching General Boreas was a soldier who came to bring the news.

"Report, on the orders of His Majesty the King, Pope Senor ol Ballena came to provide his assistance"

"Oh?" surprised and interested in the news that came suddenly. For the first time since he had stood there, General Boreas turned his attention away from the Alliance troops to look directly at the soldier who brought him the news.

"Can you ask him to come here?"

Following orders from the General, the soldier replied "Ready!" before finally turning and hurrying to pick up Pope Senor.

Noticing the soldier rushing away, Pope Senor's face flashed across his head.

Senor Ol Ballena's.

How many times did General Boreas cross paths with him.

Although rarely met, from his observation, General Boreas managed to know that Pope Senor was a arrogant, greedy person, a con man, and a big coward.

One seems to be able to easily give unreasonable commands from behind the scenes but the plans he put together always end up with great success.

However, when such a person is told to jump directly into the battlefield, they will be the first to flee and anything that will come out of his mouth is only something that will be useful

to save himself, but not the people around him.

"Does His Majesty not wish to win this war?"

Questioning the decision of the person he was serving, there was the sound of heavy footsteps approaching towards him.

When General Boreas turned his face to the source of the voice... "Pffft.." a laugh almost escaped his mouth.

Although his behavior was disrespectful, it was also not to blame.

Stepping awkwardly was a marble-white Armor. Although no gold ornaments decorated it, but the pattern engraved on the Armor and a blue robe fluttering behind it was more than enough to give the Armor a luxurious impression.

The appearance of the Armor was indeed pleasant to look at.

Honey, the person inside the Armor has ruined everything.

The one wearing the Armor was of course Pope Senor himself.

Because he took the magic path, making him have a weak physique. Added to the fact that he did not have [Armor Skills] made him unable to withstand the weight of the Armor he was wearing so walking was difficult for him.

With a cry of laughter, General Boreas welcomed the arrival of Pope Senor cheerfully.

"Good day, Pope Senor... It's nice to feel that your presence on this battlefield will certainly raise the morale of all the soldiers who are there"

Knowing full well that General Boreas was insulting him, an annoyed expression he displayed that was all covered by the helmet he was wearing.

It is true that his current appearance does look ridiculous. But, out of all the Armor sold in the store, only this Armor could protect itself to the maximum.

Having no other choice, inevitably he would have to wear this heavy and hot Armor if he did not want to be hit by a stray arrow.

"General Boreas, what is the situation now?"

Aware that Pope Senor was trying to shift the subject, General Boreas could only help but laugh while addressing the latest situation to Pope Senor.

Listening to the explanation from General Boreas, Pope Senor simply nodded his head awkwardly. Glad that the battle had not yet begun, he was also irritated because it meant he still had to

being inside this stuffy Armor was much longer.

Noting the manner of Pope Senor, General Boreas could only exhale in disappointment.

Being one of the 4 Great Generals was a great honor for him.

This proved that he had high Strength, fame, and power in the Narsist Kingdom.

However, out of the 4 Great Generals, now only he himself remained.

The Plain General and the Sea General had been killed on the battlefield while the Sun General had fallen at the hands of the intruders who had successfully made them lose a great deal of precious ruins.

The position of the 4 Great Generals should not be left empty for too long. At the same time, people who can fill that position must be broken very tightly and should not be arbitrary.

Money and connections cannot fill that position.

Only true strength and great military achievements can get you elected to become one of the 4 Great Generals.

Thanks to the war that was raging, making the Kingdom did not have time to choose a successor from the 4 great Generals who had died in service.

Because now he is only one. All responsibility falls into his hands.

Expecting a reliable companion to ease his work, he was disappointed when His Majesty sent a clown to him instead.

Looking back at the Alliance troops who were still preparing, a heavy breath shot out from his mouth.

...

Without feeling the day is almost over when the sun changes to the moon.

Pope Senor who had removed his helmet was busy wiping the sweat on his eel. While General Boreas was relaxing while wiping the gemstones of his collection.

When they were busy with their respective affairs, there was a voice that they had been waiting for.

The sound of a trumpet echoed in the air, then followed by the sound of a thunderous drum.

"Finally." rose from his seat, General Boreas immediately returned to the top of the gate with a bow in hand. Simultaneously Pope Senor immediately put his helmet back on and rushed after General Boreas while several times almost tripping.

Not heeding the appearance of Pope Senor, his sharp eyes looked straight at the Alliance troops.

A total of more than 10,000 troops were already lined up neatly with weapons in hand.

Although the number is relatively small for an army consisting of a combination of 3 Kingdoms, but the number is still far more than his soldiers who total no more than 5,000 troops.

At the vanguard were the troops wearing diverse Armors while the troops in the rear row wore uniform Armors.

It is easy to guess that the vanguard is an Otherworlder army that cannot die while those in the rearguard are soldiers from the opposing Kingdom.

Positioning the Otherworlders at the forefront is a smart move.

Being in a position prone to danger, it is wise to put those who do not care about their own lives to accept any attack.

With his sharp eyes, General Boreas looked far into the rearmost ranks of the Alliance forces.

There can be seen two figures that he must be aware of.

The Witch of Holy Light, Rosemary La Ciel.

Prince of the Elven Race, Lapelis Ast Regenwald.

Unfortunately he did not find the figure of the Queen of the Elves (Fairy), Titania. Or the Vampire Prince, Verfolger Pes Sanguine.

Still wary of the two figures who were not here, General Boreas again turned his attention to the two figures of the opposing higher ups that could be seen in his eyes.

The Rosemary Witch was still one thing, but Prince Lapelis was the figure he had placed the most attention on.

Having the same weapon, the archery ability of Prince Lapelis is very famous and not infrequently he is often compared to the Elf Prince.

Sensing it was time to prove who the best archers were in the entire Continent, General Boreas began to draw his bow with a large grin on his face.