The True Skull: I assume the source of your knowledge is Warhammer Total War. The term "prince" is used in the video game for all High Elves who lead an army (and the term "noble" for their equivalent of hero). But the video game greatly simplifies the background compared to the tabletop game. For my part, I combine both tabletop games and RPG information. The term Exarch means "governor" (it is a term in ancient Greek, the title exists in the real world, it was used by the Byzantines, and the province directs by an Exarch is an "exarchate"). In Warhammer Fantasy, the title of Exarch belongs to the elf governor of the Old World (who in fact only runs the elf district of Marienburg... at the time of the games). The term was imported directly into Warhammer 40000 (for the "Elves of the Stars"... the Eldars) but with a different meaning. An Exarch is an officer at the service of a Seer.

KantsMoralTheory: I do not know if I was really proud of it, but I easily assimilated the methods of Machiavelli.

Kadzuki Kurokami: If that were the case, Hakuno would not need the Regalia, and the plot of Fate Extella would have been much simpler...

VGBlackwing: Yes, the Dark Elves are too strong. Thankfully, they are often caught in fratricidal wars... otherwise... they would have conquered the Old World a long time ago.

Archangel Xireon Chaos God: Thank you.

Guest: If there's a naval fight, I promise I'll bring in Moby Dick.

Boyzilla: ** laugh** Yes, that's a great idea!

Do you want an Arthurian Hero with a Noble Phantasm like's Iskandar one?

How about an army of oxen?

Don't look at me like that... There really is an Arthurian Hero of whom it is the Noble Phantasm, it is Cadoc the Wise, abbot of Llancarfan, according to the variations of his legend, he was one of the three poets of the court of Arthur or one of his three judges. Cadoc has the power to turn clumps of grass into oxen... and then reverse the spell. In addition, he is the best friend of Taliesin. In my bookshelves, I have the "Ddoethineb Catwg Ddoeth " a compendium of proverbs (supposedly) written by Cadoc, and Taliesin often appears in it.

Ager Caedes

(The Slaughter Field)

"He that knoweth the other, and knoweth himself, in a hundred fights shall not be undone; and he that knoweth not the other, but knoweth himself, shall be the victor once every two, and he that knoweth not the other, and knoweth not himself, shall be always defeated."

Sun Tzu

Over the centuries the High Elves had one of the best armies in the Old World. Although the Asur population was on the decline and the cities were gradually abandoned, the creation of a militia system still allowed the Ulthuan's Elves to form huge armies and thus to fight their hereditary enemies, the Orks, the Daemons, and... above all... the Druchii.

The army that Tarmonagh din-Ciobahn, Lord of the Ulliogtha Clan, Exarch of Sith Rionnasc'namishathir had led out of Marienburg formed a long steel serpent. Elven warriors and their human allies were traveling on the road that led to the north of Vasteland. They had little room to maneuver. To the west, the rolling hills from the Grey Mountains were not conducive to the deployment of an army. To the east flowed the Reikr, the river - of course- could not be crossed by armored men.

Nevertheless, Tarmonagh din-Ciobahn was confident... Proudly, he struggled at the head of the soldiers' column and the origin of his confidence was simply the inspiring military music, the sound of footsteps of thousands of warriors walking, the whining of horses and all the sounds generated by thousands of men in armor.

The Lord of the Ulliogtha Clan frequently turned to judge the magnificence of the army he had assembled. Then, the Exarch nodded boldly and proudly, with this powerful army and a clever leader like him at its head, victory was assured.

First, there was the High Elf Spearmen. They were the elite, second-tier citizen-militia within Ulthuan's armies, acting as a disciplined line of warriors that puts even the most battle-hardened Human warrior to shame. They wore long scalemail hauberk under a steel breastplate. Their main weapon was a white wooden spear and they had to protect themselves a long almond-shaped shield adorned with the Ulthuan's symbol known as the Northstar. All had also a conical helmet adorned with a blue feather. Above these regiments dressed in white were floating vividly colored banners closer to paintings representing warriors in armor, phoenix, crescent moon, or stars.

To the center of the column were gathered the High Elf Archers. They were disciplined, keen-eyed citizen-militia that serves the armies of Ulthuan as part of their civic duties to protect their kingdom against all threats. As a result of Phoenix King Morvael's introduction of the levy system, over a thousand years ago the majority of Ulthuan's armies were composed of a citizen militia. This system made it so all Elves receive military training, whether it was a craftsman, tradesman, or artist, they all must fight in defense of Ulthuan in times of war. These warriors were obviously armed with the famous elf bow, the most powerful weapon of its kind known in the Old World. Their protection was quite basic. All the Archers had no armor and those who had it wore a simple chainmail vest. Few of them had helmets, the others were content with a headband adorned with a feather.

Interspersed between archer units were several regiments of the Lothern Sea Guard, the specialized citizen-militia of the Kingdom of Eataine, fighting as effectively on land as at sea. These regiments had been formed from shipborne defenders charged with protecting Lothern's trading ships that had been trapped at Marienburg due to the Druchii blockade. The vast majority of these warriors were well-trained in the use of spear, shield, and bow — the better to combine the finest aspects of the spear and archer regiments of other cities and realms.

At the end of the column was the elven cavalry, made up of the only professional troop of the small army: Silver Helms. The Silver Helms were seen as the perfect exemplars of mounted martial grace and valor to which young Elves should aspire. Coming from all the kingdoms of Ulthuan, they wore scalemail armors and used lances with points as hard as diamonds and brilliant as stars. Their devastating charges had often reversed the course of the less well-fought battles. Their banners represented galloping horses or comets hemmed with fire.

And although Tarmonagh din-Ciobahn relegated his human allies to the end of the enumeration of his troops, pikers, reiters, and crossbowmen swelled the ranks of the Asur army, giving it the numerical force necessary for a confrontation with the Dark Elves.

Moreover, the Druchii seemed to have been taken by surprise by the exit of the Elven/ Marienburg army. The little bands they had met up to then had easily been defeated. The scouts sent to the nearby hills had not discovered any sign of gathering. In fact, the bulk of the enemy army remained stationed in the camp raised by the Druchii in the Reikr estuary.

Normally, an Asur army was preceded by the famous Illyrian Reavers. These mounted archers were excellent scouts, as much as a major battle's asset when it came to slow down the enemy infantry and disorganizing it before it came into close contact.

Unfortunately for Tarmonagh din-Ciobahn no Illyrian Reavers unit was stationed at Marienburg.

The men who scout the advance of the elf army were black armored reiters. All wore two wheellocks pistols to their belts, and two more in the saddlebags. Reiters were a body of mercenary horsemen that could be described as "gravediggers of chivalry". They were all that the Bretonnians hated, despicable commoners devoid of any loyalty to a lord, people paid to fight who killed knights much better born than them thanks to firearms (weapons of cowards). Nevertheless, their effectiveness could not be denied. Their harassment, and the backlash of their pistols, had broken many cavalry charges.
As the old Bretonnian proverb says: "Faute de grives, on mange des merles." (For lack of thrush we eat blackbirds).

The Illyrian Reavers had therefore been replaced by reiters. The latter was not a bad alternative... at least in a traditional fight where two armies were fighting head-on.

Unfortunately for the Exarch, the situation was not at all as he had imagined. He went gloriously forward, convinced that his army - which had never fought in a single corps- was going to meet an enemy army fearfully entrenched in its camp. Tarmonagh din-Ciobahn was already imagining his return to Marienburg as a triumphant, having defeated the Dark Elves in a fierce and heroic battle.

His reverie was nothing but his ignorance of his enemies. The Druchii never fought head-on if they could avoid it.

Their best weapon was not their crossbows, their spears, or their scimitars... It wasn't the monsters they were training to fight. It wasn't even their witches and their powerful black art. Their best weapon was their lack of scruples in stabbing their enemies in the back.

—and because the reiters were not a true scout unit, what was going to follow would be no more a battle than the arrival of a flock of sheep at the slaughterhouse.

The four men in black armor were mercenaries who fought for Tarmonagh din-Ciobahn simply because several Marienburg trading guilds had joined to enlist their regiment.

They went up the paved road, looking around, well aware of the importance of their mission. However, they were not real scouts...

The stone pavement was empty without any sign that it had been passed through recently. Any professional tracker would have understood that someone had erased any sign of presence... he would then have listened to the forest and noted the absence of bird songs and, at this point would have turned back, rushing to warn the corps that they were going to be ambushed.

But the mercenaries simply noted that there were no Dark Elves nearby and continued their journey by peacefully discussing among themselves.

One of them paused on a startled gurgling... why did he suddenly have such a sore throat? The reiter stretched out his hand and touched a crossbow bolt protruding under his chin. His eyes blurred and he slid down his saddle, collapsing on the ground in a noise of scrap metal.

The other three reiters lived only a few more seconds, even their mounts collapsed riddled with bolts drawn by the crossbows with hidden repetitions on both sides of the road. Coming out of the bushes, several Druchii Darkshards went to inspect the scouts of Marienburg.

The Darkshards were crossbowmen in sinister plate armor with a conical helmet, despite their black hair, the appearance of the Dark Elves was hardly different from those of the Asur... they were, moreover, biologically, members of one and the same species.

After having slit the throats of the humans, to be sure that they were dead, the Druchii pulled the bodies of the men and horses into the bushes. They collected the weapons and objects that had fallen to the ground. After throwing them into a pit where many bodies were already piling up, the Druchii returned and used a shrub as a broom, erasing any trace of the clash before covering with earth the pools of blood that remained on the paving.

Once this was done, they went back to hiding... waiting for another patrol.

Huge and covered with black scales, the monster slammed his bat wings violently while waving his long snake neck. His head had bull horns and a long red tongue came out of his jaw as he whistled.

On his back was a throne. As his war mount struggled, eager for carnage, Lokir Fellheart, the doom-bringing Krakenlord, Lord of Karond Kar, reached out his hand to touch the sphere adorned with Druchii runes which was placed before his throne:

"Be a good boy! Your hunger will be appeased, be patient!"

The Black Magic of the Dark Elves transformed Lokir's order into an impulse impossible to fight. Maelstrom, the black dragon that Lokir preferred among all his war mounts let himself fall on his paws before whining.

"Silence, Maelstrom!"

The face of the Druchii lord was hidden by a mask without distinctive features, a simple golden shell with two eye slits. But the bottom of the mask and its crown represented the tentacles of a Kraken.

Hidden by the trees, the warlord waited for his scouts to tell him that the enemy was at the location provided by his battle plan. It was necessary that the rear-guard of the "traitors" (as any authentic Dark Elf called an Asur) had passed the point where his own cavalry was hidden, but without the vanguard cross his own position.

This meant that the troops of the Krakenlord, - in numerical inferiority (1) - were more widely deployed than their foe... and therefore more vulnerable.

For the success of the ambush, the timing was vital.

One mistake and the Asurs would have the opportunity to focus on a point of the encircling forces and break the circle before the rest of the Druchii army could gather.

If the order of attack was given too soon or too late, the Krakenlord would be lucky if he could trap half the enemy army.

And of course, it was always possible that everything would turn to disaster and that the ambush would turn against him and his army would be destroyed.

But such were the uncertainties of the war.

Never a battle was truly one-sided.

The battle began all of the sudden.

Horns of war and drums were heard. The eyes of the Elves and humans had turned to the hills looking for the origin of the threat and... a shower of crossbows bolts and reapers bolts fell on the center of the training sowing death among the Elven archers, human crossbowmen, and horsemen.

The first shock had not yet dissipated as enemies emerged from the woods, cutting the road of retreats of the Elven army. They were Druchii riding Cold-Bloods. Some had repetitive crossbows, others had shields and long spears.

At the head of the column Tarmonagh din-Ciobahn looked at manticores, harpies, black dragons, and hydras with eyes enlarged with fright... all these monsters rushed towards him (2).

Turning his horse around, he began to shout:

"Horsemen, attack the Druchii on the hill. Archers... fire on monsters! Lancers form a shield wall around the archers."

One may not like Sith Rionnasc'namishathir's Exarch, but his orders put an end to the beginning of panic. Moreover, he had flawlessly judged the situation, and his orders were perfectly suited giving the Asurs a chance to resist the first assault and perhaps to break the encirclement and retreat.

As the Spearmen and Lothern Seaguards began to deploy, their shields raised to protect the archers and crossbowmen from the rain of projectiles that continued to fall on their positions, the archers were finally able to retaliate and several harpies fell, drilled with arrows.

The cavalry, ascending the slope of the hill, arrived at the edge of the forest... but, of the first trees, came out the Druchii warriors: Dreadspears, Blackswords, sisters of slaughter, Executioners...

Slowed down by the slope and low branches, the Silver Helms attacked at the pace and were unable to break their line as the Darkshards' crossbows pierced their armor or turned their shields into porcupines.
The noble horsemen retreated, leaving many corpses on the hill, seeking to reform in spite of the rain of bolts to reattach the positions of their hereditary enemies.

In the center of the battlefield, the Darkriders harassed the Asurs Spearmen's positions but had a few losses without doing anything but letting a few extra bolts adorn their opponents' shields.

The turning point of the battle was the arrival within range of three black dragons and two hydras. Certainly, the archers had shot at them since they had arrived on the battlefield, seeking to kill them before they could reach range... But even if numerous arrows protruded on the chest of the hydras, or were piercing the wings of the black dragons, they were only scratches for such monsters. The colossal multi-headed dragons could spit in several directions at once. Waddling on their short legs the monsters advanced towards the ranks of the defenders, then their necks stretched out... Their fire breath touched two regiments, sweeping the first ranks of defenders and reducing half of the Spearmen to a tangle of charred bodies.

But the most horrible things were yet to come...

The black dragons plopped in a low flying attack, flying over the battlefield... their breath was an acid vomit that opened long bubbling trenches in the Spearmen formations. The luckiest died instantly... the others screamed with terror as their arms were gnawed to the bone, horribly disfigured, blinded by the acids vapors, turning around the scorched land before collapsing, their feet gnawed...

In the acid-sprayed regiments, three men out of four died... the survivors dropped spears and pikes to start running. In their panic, they rushed straight into the Cold-Bloods Knights who chased them laughing as if their cousins were a game of choice.

Without the protection offered by the great shields of the Spearmen, the elven archers and human crossbowmen were again exposed to the fire of the Druchii Darkshards and the Reapers Bolt Throwers. The rate of fire of the repetitive crossbows and the firepower of the ballista-like war machines made a massacre in the tight ranks of the defenders. Struck in the back by the shots, the Spearmen and the Human Pikers facing the Cold-bloods knights also had significant losses, their defensive line disintegrated, finally allowing the Druchhi riders to charge into the melee, easily sinking an enemy infantry no longer receiving orders, terrified and plagued by confusion(3).

At least half of the regiments were already no longer fit for combat, the others were fighting where they were, against the enemies facing them, without any coordination.

On the contrary, Lokir Fellheart had perfect control of the battlefield, directing the shots of the crossbowmen at the enemy regiments still in formation, and sending the harpies to chase the panicked and encircled soldiers who were circling among the dead and dying, as caught in a trap.

The last units still in combat formation lost all will to fight then scattered and the battle itself gave way to a terrible massacre without any other justification than the hatred of the Druchii for the Asurs.

The dragons that had time to catch their breath then opened fire on the largest mass of fugitives, making a massacre.

The Elven cavalry and reiters had great losses at the time of their charge on the Druchii's positions. However, although a Silver Helm regiment caught up by a black dragon was sprayed with acid, the horsemen were far luckier than the rest of the army. Several groups of ten to fifty men managed to return to Marienburg in the evening.

In the days that followed, alone or in small groups of five to ten, infantrymen returned to the city. In all, less than three hundred horsemen and a hundred infantrymen managed to escape from the killing field and join the security of the Marienburg walls. Four hundred survivors of the five thousand fighters who had left the city.

Outwardly, Artoria Pendragon seemed as sure as ever. Standing on the ramparts, her long blue coat lined with white wolf fur and woven with gold thread elegantly draped. Hands crossed on Excalibur's knob, she looked at the army at the foot of the walls with a perfect poker face.

Inferiorly, her mind was plagued by a storm.

Unaware of the machinations hatched by Sir Agravain and Sir Kay, she saw in the defeat of Tarmonagh din-Ciobahn at the "Slaughter Field" a military disaster following a political disaster.

She quickly peeked at her Master.

Wearing her usual brown school uniform, the expression... or rather the absence of any facial expression... unreadable as ever, Hakuno Kishinami seemed no more emotional than a statue.

Like her Servants, she watched the immense Druchii army settle around Marienburg. The slaves dug two parallel trenches. The circumvallation was facing the enormous wall of the Vlœdmuur, surrounding the city. On the contrary, the aim of the contravallation was to protect the assailants against a possible rescue army wishing to break the siege. The two positions, reinforced by observation towers, surrounded by palisades, preceded by various traps would be very difficult to storm once completed.

The Dark Elves would prepare a siege according to the rules.

The only positive point is that the Dark Elves were notoriously disadvantaged in terms of siege weapons. They had no catapults, no trebuchets, much less cannon... their repeating ballistae (the infamous Reaper Bolt Throwers) were terrifying against the infantry, but unable to attack walls. When whit regards the Druchii's domesticated monsters... Artoria had a cold smile... her hands tightened on the handle of Excalibur. The King of Britain would make sure that no hydra reached the Vloedmuur.
Like her Master and the other Servants, she had seen the recent battle in the mists of Gréal. She now knew the power of the pets monsters of the Krakenlord and had no intention of letting her Master underestimate Lokir Fellheart as had done this idiot of Tarmonagh din-Ciobahn.

Tense, Sir Gawain, Sir Kay, and Sir Bedivere stood beside their king and the Sovereign of the Moon. The latter watched the mighty Beaquis land on a tower of the wall. The hippogriff, escorted by several royal knights on pegasus, was ridden by Louen Leoncoeur, Roy de Bretonnie.

Of course, this meeting was no accident, and the defenders' leaders did not simply attend the construction of the enemy fortifications.

A few hours earlier a Druchii herald escorted by a white flag-bearer had approached the walls to propose a ceasefire for a meeting between the city's leaders and Lokir Fellheart, the lord of Karond Kar.
In a flap of wings, a powerful black dragon approached the Vlœdmuur. Just on its shoulders, behind its long snake neck, you could see a throne. As the flying lizard landed, all were able to discern the golden brilliance of the Kraken Helm, a powerful magical object that constantly took care of his wearer's wounds, making Lokir Fellheart almost un-killable.

Thanks to the Regalia, Hakuno opened a translucent window allowing her to see the enemy leader in close-up.
The Dark Elf Lord bowed with grace before politely greeting:

"Ah... Hakuno Kishinami, it's a joy to meet Hearthbreaker's bane. I must say that you deserve your reputation. Those who underestimate you don't have much in the way of lifespan. Allow me, in particular, to congratulate you on the way in which you managed to get rid of the rat which threatened eggs from your foal by using the fox the fox who sought to enter (4). Let me especially congratulate you on your political skills. You are promised a great future and I can tell you that I am very happy to be the first of my people to make your acquaintance; once back in Naggaroth, I would not fail to let everyone know that I have met an enemy worthy of our attention. Please consider me your greatest admirer. I want to assure you that I will continue to monitor your achievements carefully. The fact that such a young human is so brilliant tells me that we will not be finished hearing from you."

Hakuno makes a head tilt...

She understood nothing of what the Dark Elf-lord said... fox? rat?

"Sorry?"

But around her, the guild leaders and the survivors of the Directorate understood that the Krakenlord implicitly suggested... and there were many anxious whispers. Agravain - who attended the meeting in astral form- smiled... Part of his plan included that Hakuno's opponents understood that Tarmonagh had been disposed of because he embarrassed the Sovereign of the Moon. As Machiavelli said in his book Il Principe, it was a quality that a ruler had to know and exercise only once: cruelty. Cutting off a few heads by taking a throne was a salutary example that made the potential enemies of the new prince thinks twice before trying something stupid. But once a sovereign had proved that he could not be opposed without risk, he had to make forget this initial cruelty by significant acts of generosity and many good government accomplishments. Those who constantly resorted to cruelty were not feared... they were hated... and therefore promised to a rapid fall.

Agravain sighed... Arthur had never understood this... He was a perfect, kind, and generous king who forgave the rebellious lords, and had never punished a felon more severely than by exile him to his lands. What had he won, in the end? All the banished lords had been present in the army of Mordred at Camlann...

The smile of the dark knight returned quickly. This time, whether Arthur and Hakuno like it or not, he would make their enemies disappear for good.

Lokir Fellheart burst out laughing, visibly amused by Hakuno's reaction:

"I understand... I perfectly understand... I wouldn't insist." (5)

He coughed in his fist until he regained control:

"To start our negotiations, I want to make one thing perfectly clear to everyone: the Exarch Tarmonagh din-Ciobahn wanted me to give him a lesson in strategy. He turned out to be a very poor student, and his grades were in the playoffs. I hope that will be a lesson for everyone. The Druchii are invincible, to oppose the authentic rulers of the world is to die."

With one hand, the Krakenlord grabbed the banner that adorned his throne raising it far above his head... and all could see the decaying skull of the Exarch, still wearing his helm... impaled on the tip of the spear.

"Malekith, my king, has returned to Ulthuan to take the throne of his father Aenarion, his just inheritance. I came here, at his request, to attack an ally of the usurper who - still- reigns at Lothern. I have no hatred for the Marienburgers. I only attacked you to deny Ulthuan commercial opportunities. Let's make a deal... you let me destroy the Asur district of Elfsgemeente, plunder the city a little bit... so that my army is happy with the tour, and I'll leave you alone. This is not a bad idea, what do you think? It will spare a long siege to the city. And then, why perish for these despicable Asur? I know Marienburg's history. I know that this so-called 'alliance' has often been a burden to your people. We are about to defeat Ulthuan, perhaps it is time for you to choose better allies, people who are truly ready to help you, rather than to use you and abandon you when they do not need you. So, what is your answer Hakuno Kishinami?"

Hakuno had opened several translucent panels floating in front of her, displaying cultural information about the Druchii.

As always, the data compiled by the Moon Cell Automaton was very complete. With her incredible capacity for knowledge assimilation, all Hakuno had to do was read a passage to understand and memorize it.

She finally shakes her head:

"Druchii are slavers, 'looting the city a little' means kidnapping people. I refuse."

Once again, Lokir Fellheart burst out laughing:

"You mustn't blame me... If you had fallen into such an obvious trap, my esteem for you would have been greatly diminished. Well, I offer you an alternative. Expel the entire Asur population out of the city and I promise to lift the siege and go back to Naggaroth."

Hakuno was far from stupid. To do so would be a true declaration of war against the Phoenix King... and Ulthuan was Marienburg's first trading partner. The destruction of Elfsgemeente would cause the ruin of the Vasteland even if the Asurs did not avenge this affront.

Hakuno Kishinami shook her head:

"No."
This time, the Krakenlord no longer laughed:

"I see... I suppose you have no choice. And I respect your righteousness. Nevertheless, I have orders from my king, and I also have no choice. I'm afraid I have to tell you that I'm going to raze Marienburg. All those who do not die will be enslaved; believe it or not, but I regret it."

(1) Lokir Fellheart's army is much more important than the Exarch Coalition Army, but the doom-bringing Krakenlord left most of his forces in his base camp for two reasons:

a) During the previous two days, he let the enemy scouts verify that his army had entrenched itself in his encampment... in order to lure Tarmonagh din-Ciobahn about his true intentions.

b) It would be impossible to hide a larger army in the hills.

(2) Indeed the Exarch is their priority target. Lokir knows that the death of Tarmonagh din-Ciobahn will provoke panic and intended to kill him in the first minutes of the ambush. But the Krakenlord will fail in his assassination attend, Tarmonagh managed to secure himself - temporarily- behind the Spearmen lines before the winged monsters reach him.

(3) The exact time of Tarmonagh din-Ciobahn's death is not known. Some survivors of the battle remember seeing him fight on horseback, striking the Cold-Bloods Knights with his sword. There are rumors that he killed twelve enemies before he succumbed... but in fact, no survivor saw his fall. It's just a legend like the ones that are always born when a character of this importance dies anonymously. The only certainty, at this stage of the battle, no one gives orders to the army anymore... and therefore the Exarch must already be dead. It may also be noted that before the battle, Lokir Fellheart gave precise orders that the Asur magicians, the captains, the banner bearers, and especially the Exarch himself be priority targets for the shooters: " "Men without leaders are no more an army than a heap of building materials is a house."

(4) Lokir understood perfectly that Tarmonagh din-Ciobahn was manipulated... it is -after all - a classic dark Elves' strategy to cause the fall of a rival by sabotaging his efforts while he facing another enemy (in the world of Warhammer Fantasy, this tactic was invented by the Witch-King himself). Although this is not a novelty, when properly executed, it was always applauded and considered a state of the political art among the Druchii. Of course, the Krakenlord thinks the plan is Hakuno's own, and he was impressed! When one thinks about the mentality of Agravain, he could have been a more than suitable Druchii!

(5) The Krakenlord is amused to see Hakuno 'playing the innocent who does not understand anything about what is happening '... except that it is the truth; but apart from her Servants (and Louen Leoncoeur) everyone, and I really mean everyone is now convinced that Hakuno is a politician genius and an extremely wise tactician able to anticipate ten movements in advance and counter them and that her apparent innocence is in fact a feint. And the worst part is that Hakuno doesn't even understand that she's overrated and why...I think that in the future it will cause headaches for everyone... Because we all know Hakuno. She's going to do incredibly naive, even stupid stuff... and all her opponents are going to blow their brains out trying to figure out her 'incredibly subtle tactic'... good laugh guaranteed for the reader.