We then went on to the other noble territories on our list. A few nobles gave up without a fight like proper adults, but there were several that chose to engage in battle. Since they don’t have many soldiers stationed in their house, the fights have ended quickly without any casualties to my army.
There were a few that had been proactive and stationed their militia around their town to intercept any Kingdom soldiers.
“Eighth Army, our aim is to capture the aristocrat and his family. If you don’t need to fight someone on the way, just evade or subdue them and continue to the main target. Follow your commander’s orders in the thick of things!” Pat
After a short volley from our archers, the cavalry charges at the outmatched militia soldiers. They try to bring out long spears to fight the cavalry, but I had units deploy to the left and right of the militia while they were distracted.
The territory militia continues to desperately resist, but there’s a clear difference in power between the Kingdom soldiers and the militia. We easily entered the town and arrived at the mansion. We broke down the gate and entered the grounds. Obviously we found guards and more territory militia, but it was not an issue for the Eighth Army.
We kick in the door of the mansion and capture the bewildered servants without any issues. One or two chose to resist, but they were soon subdued. The aristocrat was arrested in his office.
“I don’t want to be captured by a Grim Reaper. Is this a prelude to the world I’m going to…” Aristocrat
Since we haven’t been able to return to the Royal Capital, the Eighth Army’s carriages are packed full of captured aristocrats. They regularly complain that the road is rough, they’re thirsty, or they want to be untied.
It’s annoying, I need to make an example of someone so we don’t spend too much time getting back.
I have the carriages stopped, remove the aristocrats, and then start cross-examining my victim, Scott Pagenou, in front of everyone.
Since he doesn’t have a right hand anymore, I have to start with the left hand, putting a needle under his fingernails. It looks like the aristocrats aren’t scared enough, I’ll have to go further. When I get to peeling off a second fingernail, Scott can’t stand it and vomits over himself. The motley nobles look sufficiently cowed, all the women and children are crying, except for the ones that fainted, some of the men had incidents of their own.
As a result, the captured aristocrats quieted down, but I’m still feeling impatient.
I have the aristocrats shoved back into the carriages, then have everyone move at a high speed back to the Royal Capital.
“I’ve got to go faster, I can’t shake the feeling that something terrible is going to happen!” Pat