Rakudai Kishi No Cavalry Novels & Stories

K A I D A The air outside the packhouse is thick with the scent of wolf—dozens of them. The parking lot is lined with vehicles, some armored, some rusted and barely holding together, but they all mean the same thing. Reinforcements. Allies. The cavalry. They came.

It was a symphony of preparation, an orchestra tuned to bring down an enemy. I found a quiet spot atop a raised platform in the center of the field, a dais carved from black stone. Here, I could watch everything, my army’s heart beating as one. I gestured for a young lieutenant to join me. He offered a salute and climbed the steps, sword at his side. “Report,” I said, voice carrying over the courtyard. He bowed deeply. “My lord, the southern cavalry unit is ready. Eighty riders, all armored in leather and steel. They await your commands just beyond the paddock.”

The Eastern Rider Snow whipped across the open fields as the lone rider approached, hooves thundering against frozen earth. From the battlements of Eldara, Aria stood tense, her sharp gaze locked on the distant figure. Around her, Kael and the commanders gathered. The warriors below shifted uneasily. No one knew what to expect. The rider crossed the outer ward, cloak fluttering like a banner of warning. Blood stained the edges of his armor. His wolf steed was foam-flecked and wild-eyed.

Within the group of soldiers, one of them turned around and shouted. The cavalryman whose beast had been killed replied, "You go first. After killing these idiots, I will catch up with you." Those cavalrymen might be very confident in their companions, so they didn't say anything more. They didn't slow down and whistled away into the distance. The cavalryman stood in the void, looking down at Flaming Qilin from above. "Which force do you come from?" Flaming Qilin grinned and said, "Chu Mansion!"

He said. " Yes..." Macbeth replied smiling wickedly. " That good...... Even though you don't deserve it.. you are getting a chance to get in our list. So cherish well.." that man said arrogantly. " Looks like it's time." Another raklus solider said giving him a signal. Since there was only a few raklus kingdom soliders they distanced themself from the sovier kingdom soliders. " Then go.... Fight them....." " What are you all waiting for go?" He said.

Tons of warriors move to and fro around the gate with their hands stuck on their swords, always ready to strike. A few other warriors stand as carvings at each end of the pillar, dressed in war armor and weapons. Honestly, the more I make a mental memo of what is before me, the more my stomach knots. Rage steams my blood at how impossible everything is starting to seem. How do I escape this giant prison filled with warriors? I will get caught after surviving the height of Zlata’s window. “Can you ride?” Zlata points at a white horse. Its saddle is decorated with fancy ornaments, symbolizing loyalty.

"Dawn is breaking. Cassius has not moved his camp. The Alpha is assembling the heavy cavalry." ​I forced the vulnerability down, locking it securely behind the cold, impenetrable walls of my mind. I stood up, adjusting the dark tactical tunic I wore in place of my destroyed white armor. ​"I'm coming," I replied. ​When I emerged into the freezing, sleet-covered courtyard of the Northern Keep, the army was already formed. Two hundred Blackwood heavy cavalrymen sat atop massive, armored destriers, their lances resting against their stirrups. They were a terrifying, iron-clad wall of Northern muscle.

The ride was a plunge into madness. The Varek cavalry, five hundred of the kingdom's finest, poured out of the Grey Keep not as a unified phalanx, but as a pack of wolves joining a wild, chaotic hunt. Kaelen was at their head, his body a low, fluid line of predatory grace, his mind a cold, calculating machine that was processing the storm of information pouring through the bond.

Before Rian could send the signal, it was already moving—Mirella’s howl tearing down from the west, Jace’s answering cry from the east, the hidden packs exploding from their cover with a roar that shook snow from the branches. But the enemy hadn’t come in piecemeal, half‑starved and undisciplined. They came like a blade. Rogues, yes—eyes wild, teeth bared, dropping down the slopes in a snarling flood. But among them, woven like steel threads through frayed rope, were men in royal livery. Armor bearing the crest of the crown. Movements crisp, controlled, backing the chaos with cold discipline. Aria’s breath left her in a harsh exhale.

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