Why are you obsessed with your fake wife? Chapter 45.2

'Madam's heart is sincere! I can't believe the confession you made at the ceremony was true!'

So did Glenn.

'This woman… She really loves me from the bottom of her heart…'

If she really was a spy, instead of leading the Winterfell into their doom, Nadia gave them advantage to achieve a big win.

If the Winterfell's troops devised the tactics proposed by Nadia, their knight would reign as the king of battlefield.

Even if she wasn't intending to, she seemed to be giving wings to the northern troops' strongest cavalry.

The startled vassals began to exchange conversations with their eyes.

'You, can you walk into the enemy camp to be with the woman you love?'

'No, I can't.'

'I can't do it either.'

'Can you help the woman you love even if people say harsh things and hurt you?'

'I can't even do that…….'

'I would've been out of here.'

'How can you like a person so passionately just because you saw him from afar?'

Wasn't this kind of fateful love that could only come out in a play?

Nadia was looking forward with a smile, as if she knew everyone's eyes were on her.

When everyone was fascinated by her, Fabian's voice came close before they even realized it.

“My lord, I'm not hurt at all.”

“Huh? Ah, Fabian. I'm glad you look safe. Were there any problems?”

Glenn, who barely came to his senses, asked back.

“It's not that there wasn't any force, but it's manageable. I'm sure other knights can withstand it.   Uh, but I'm a little worried about the other part.”

“What is it?”

“Until now, the cavalry have moved in a wedge formation, right? So the command from the front could be delivered easily.”

“That's right.”

“However, in order to shock the enemy in a wide range, I think it would be more appropriate to charge in a tight line. In this case…”

“There will be a problem exchanging signals with each other.”

“Yes, that's what I'm concerned about.”

A horse's run would be loud, and the ground would literally rumble when the troops charged forward.

Once the charge order was issued, it was considered impossible to transmit signals in such loud sound.

Glenn hummed, patting his chin.

“We need to think something before we use this tactic in battle.”

“I happen to have something to say about it.”

“Pardon?”

Then Nadia cut in and stood between Glenn and Fabian.

A woman two heads smaller than the two men raised her head with confidence and made eye contact with them.

Her eyes were fresh green.

'Now I look at her properly, she has a pretty face… No, this is not the time to think about it.'

Glenn had to force his chest to calm down, which almost made his heart find its beat almost immediately.

He couldn't calm down because it was the first time a woman has shown such passionate affection to him.

No wonder his face was kind of burning.

Nadia continued what she had to say, unaware how her husband felt.

“I don't know what it is to fight directly in real life. I've never learned how to handle a weapon, so there will definitely be a problem that I haven't considered. As Sir Fabian just pointed out, maybe there's a better way that I didn't think of. Your Grace and the knights should think of the details. It's something I am not capable of.”

“I will keep that in mind.”

Glenn replied with a nod.

He didn't want to be a useless leader of the Winterfell family who couldn't do anything unless others help him.

Glenn redrew the scene Fabian had just shown.

From the moment the young knight held the javelin in his hand, to the scene of the horse kicking and running, to striking the obstacle.

Finally, the problematic part became clear.

Glenn said, shifting his gaze to Fabian.

“Fabian, can you do it again?”

“Yes, of course. Shall I do it now?”

“This time, try fixing the weapon between your arm and your body. I think this side will be more stable.”

“Uh…… like this?”

“Yes, pull the javelin a little forward in that position.”

Fabian faithfully straightened himself up as his lord told him to.

Put the lower part of the javelin in close contact with his side, and held it firmly with his hand once again.

Fabian felt a little more stable when he supported the weapon with his entire arm, which he had been holding only with his hand strength.

Fabian was not the only one who felt that way, but other knights began to assist each other.

“It's definitely better.”

“I think it would be okay to make the javelin longer than it is now.”

“Wouldn't it be okay to make it thicker to give a stronger impact? I can support it with my entire arm in that position, so I think I can handle it even if it gets heavier.”

“That's a good idea, too.”

Chapter end