Chapter 149

Chapter 149

8 days, 19 hours, and 23 minutes thats the duration it took to fend off one of the Counts armies, engaging in repeated skirmishes to minimize casualties on both sides.

It was a grueling task, marked by significant injuries. The knights assault resembled relentless artillery, leaving little time for response.

I can hardly believe were of the same species.

Ivan was half asleep, driving his horse ahead. Muscles all over his body screamed in pain as they ruptured and healed, and the strained tendons swelled up red until they were on the verge of tearing.

Uncertain of how long he could remain conscious, he fought the urge to succumb to sleep. Now wasnt the time for rest.

Is he still alive?

Hush, let him rest.

How did he fight? He quickly cut down the cavalry commander with the initial assault. He struck the confused command post and immediately turned the reins, fleeing with the knights.

As pursuers closed in, they scattered into the forest, ambushing and eliminating their foes one by one. In that critical moment, half of the enemy knights met their demise.

The opposing soldiers they endured even more. Now armed, they were soldiers by definition, but werent they the same ones who toiled as peasants with hoes and trowels?

This is the problem of civil war. The decrease in military strength leads directly to a decrease in industrial manpower.

The situation where both sides are annihilated amicably can be interpreted as an extreme decrease in the ability to support the population. Even if they are enemies, ordinary soldiers should be returned to their hometowns alive as much as possible.

If there is a tiny hope for Tylesse, thats it.

The rebel rabble had to be cut out accurately, meticulously, like the delicate craftsmanship of a craftsman.

Even if they say they will arrive at Saint Mathilde, only about 60 or so cavalry will lead. Considering the dropouts, it will be fewer than that.

I know.

Is there any chance of winning? Didnt the Granmarteau Counts army exceed thirty thousand?

Didnt that man say? If you want to give up, put down your weapons and live as a farmer.

Ivan felt a strange paradox. To save as many people as possible, to save this country. He was leading soldiers into death with such hollow words.

How absurd it is to sacrifice someone elses life to save someone. But even in those days, it was commonplace.

Too many righteous people were dying. War always took the lives of the righteous first.

He, too, was one who walked towards death at the behest of others. He mostly did so.

He ran towards the Seven Dragon Stronghold at the kings command. In that battle, both the king and the senior knights died.

When a Hero willed it, he cleared the way, at the cost of many lives among the cleanup units agents.

When the princess wept and pleaded, he set forth towards the palace of Seven Dragons. From that day on, no cleanup units remained.

So many times he had heard the words commanding to sacrifice his life for justice. But he never thought he would say such words himself. It was ridiculous. He didnt have the right to do so.

Inciting someone and sending them to their death is the duty of a hero.

Yeah, okay. Lets do it.

What now? Youre joking. Please, do it properly. If you survive until the end, whats next? The Baronetcy? Youll be hailed as a national hero!

Hahaha, my son will ascend to an earldom!

Only heroes can handle such duties. They can willingly treat others lives as expendable for justice and endure it. Only those who believe in their own justice, and even in despair, continue to move forward.

But Ivan could never do that. He never had the qualification or the ability. He was the kind of agent who could tolerate cowardice for petty gain. He was a selfish man.

And we are foreigners.

Ivan nodded at Kim Sun-woos words. That was the biggest problem.

Foreigners from a distant land.

Unqualified to ask the residents of this world to risk their lives.

Lets go back now. Lets live quietly in Krasilov. Lets live reasonably until the heroes of the time grow up. Ivan. We dont need to risk our lives.

He nodded again at this remark. No need for that, he thought.

His goal was always the same. To return home. To leave this damn pre-modern world behind, and return to a safe world where laws and social systems protect each individual.

He no longer wanted to give his heart to this world. Everyone he poured his heart into died before his eyes.

So, he agreed with the words no more. But.

But.

Lady Elpheira. Blessing.

As Elpheira touched the scroll, purple magic intertwined around her fingers. The magic then struck Eugenes head like lightning.

Overwhelming courage surged within his chest.

Alright.

Eugene nodded and drew his sword.

Since the Lord has strengthened me, I shall fear no evil.

This is just a courage-bestowing spell

Kill the blasphemers.

Reciting scripture, Eugene descended the gallery. His companions followed him. As long as they were within detection range, Eugene could be called the best scout.

Oscar, dont you need to say something bold as a patriot?

Were done talking.

What?

As long as you come back alive, my friend.

Oscar smiled and donned his helmet. Isabelle and Ecdysis burst into laughter and drew their weapons together.

Lower the drawbridge!!

Yes? Yes?

The sentries looked puzzled at Oscars shout. It was the moment when tens of thousands of troops were approaching. Did the commander just order to open the gates?

Hold out for half a day! From now on, Im going to assassinate the Granmarteau Count!

Thats suicide!!

Holding out here isnt much different! Im ordering the nobles to stand here and commit suicide!

The soldiers faces stiffened at Oscars words. Oscar raised his sword and shouted.

So at least, as the one who told the nobles to die, Im saying Ill go forward and fight! Lower the drawbridge! Hold out for half a day, and if we dont come back, surrender!

Open the gates!

Open the gates!!

The gate opens. Its the heart of the great knights who never collapsed on their own during past wars.

Passing through the gates of Royal Palace, Oscar forcefully thumped his heart, pounding with tension.

Now is not the time to be afraid. He wasnt dead yet.

Recalling what Ivan taught him, if you finely tune your magic, you can even control your heartbeat.

Boooooom!!

The sound of horns echoed. Oscar clenched the reins tightly, biting into them.

Then, with a bang! His pauldron suddenly jolted. Staggering from the impact, he looked to the side to see Isabelle smiling.

Stand up tall and proud!

Yes?

Its the first battle the hero party is going on together! Dont shrink like that! If youre going to be like that, then stay behind!

Yes!

Dawn illuminates Saint Mathilde. Bathed in the rising sunlight, Isabelle raised her sword high and smiled.

Yes, a knight. A knight party.

Just like my father, so am I.

Isnt it my role to hold the shield? Stay quietly behind.

Your expression finally loosened up. Lets go. Hurry back and release the horses.

The group ran towards the sun.

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