Chapter 324

The clearing up of the battle was done more quickly than expected.

Except for the two golden adventurers who died due to not being able to properly cope with unexpected encounters, the damage of our allies was only slightly seriously injured. It was true that there were enough men to clear the body, but other reasons played a bigger role in their speed.

Visquente did not lose sight of the commonality that those who moved particularly swiftly were all adventurers hired in advance to protect the village.

He took the lead in everything he did without anyone telling him to, and when he found a huge needle-like projectile among the corpses of the orcs, he carried it with utmost respect and caution and handed it to the elf who was nursing the fainting Eldmia. .

At the same time as the battle ended, it was strangely pleasant to see the magic tool that he could not retrieve because he passed out in an instant returned to its original owner, so Visquente shook his head with a laugh without knowing it. Even if the principle was unknown, since it showed such overwhelming power, I thought that anyone deserved to have a dark mind, but I guess I was wrong.

It was good for him. Now that Heyri was away to pursue the Orcs, the commander here was Visquente himself, and he did not want to wipe out those who survived at the crossroads of life and death. Whatever the intention, it was comfortable to move voluntarily.

Judging that there was no need to move with Eldmia at the forefront thanks to the hurriedly fleeing orcs, Heyri took the lead and pursued them without hesitation. It was an action taken after concluding that it was a race against time since the orcs would know the existence of the flying dragon knight anyway if they returned alive. At the same time, he did not forget to send a dispatch to the capital by issuing a separate order to the flying dragon pilot who introduced himself as Gieth.

It was a very wise decision. The Orcs were clearly an army, and rode on beasts that could not be seen nearby. The hypothesis that the gate was used became true and the threat grew, so it was necessary to quickly decide the royal policy.

Evening came just by arranging the surroundings and raking up the trees that had been smashed while the battle continued to construct a wooden fence. Eldmia’s mysterious pet dog stirred and the orc cavalry ran amok, causing the wood to overflow. Anything that was too big was cut apart without hesitation by Ekatrina herself with just a few hammerings.

The wooden fences built with the mindset of reliably coping with the unexpected surprise, as tomorrow’s move was incomplete anyway, seemed quite strong thanks to such efforts.

When Heyri returned alone, it was around the beginning of dinner after the reinforcement of the campsite.

Her armor, which had flown for a long time at high altitudes without even using fire to maintain the air defense, was covered with thick frost. At that level, he would have wanted to throw up his face and run to the fire right away, but Visquente couldn’t help but admire the way he still maintained his dignity and walked in moderation.

Taking off her helmet, she asked about Eldmia with a resolute attitude even though her face was bluish from the cold.

“How is Sir Ega’s condition?”

“It’s still unconscious. It doesn’t show any sign of distress, but it’s said to be suffering from a high fever.”

“Have you never woken up?”

“yes.”

Heyri didn’t salivate. I just quietly close my eyes and express my regret.

“It’s confidential, so I can’t tell you the details, but because of this, the royal family won’t hold Raviel and the surrounding cities and lords accountable. Those who clearly showed moves related to the incident are separate.”

Instead of questioning the secrecy, Visquente was genuinely relieved. If nothing else, Raviel was in a ‘clean’ state because she had already finished cleaning up the inside, and even if the sky split in two, there would be no one who had a direct connection to this incident.

“Then, shouldn’t we also convey the story to the royal family?”

“There’s no need to worry about that. I’ve already assumed the worst and reported it to the princess. Trust the princess’ judgment and wait.”

It was an answer full of great trust and pride towards the one he served, but since he didn’t know much about Princess Messina, he just decided to believe in the fact that Heyri, a respectable flying dragon knight, trusted him this much.

And as soon as the next morning dawned, he realized that Heyri’s belief was very grounded.

“Surprised... so many.”

Troops appeared with flag bearers raising various flags. It was not difficult to guess that they were grouped in dozens and were personal enlisted men of nobles residing in the capital.

Among them, there were academy cadets who appeared with the academy’s symbol as their flag. Appearing with those presumed to be professors as commanders, they looked around with flushed faces as they got off the wagon presumably requisitioned in haste.

However, what stood out most of all was a woman standing with a spear with a flag symbolizing her family, accompanied only by an old warrior who could be called a giant and a female knight.

The fact that only three people participated in the battle was enough to make it an unusual sight, but it was for a different reason that they attracted the attention of other nobles.

“The Marquis of Levien...?”

The flag with the laurel and circular shield, the symbol of the Levien family, was as red as the hair of the woman who was the rider and owner of the family. The woman, wearing reddish greaves and holding a round shield that seemed to have been plucked from the pattern engraved on the flag, seemed to glow red from head to toe. As soon as she arrived, she scanned the surroundings with sharp eyes, and as soon as she spotted Visquente, she slowly rode up to her.

The last time I heard the story, they said that she was a delicate girl.

Visquente did her duty and bowed on her knees with condolences and respect for the fallen kingdom’s shield.

“Meet the Marshal of Levien, the shield of the kingdom and the guardian of the frontier Levien. My name is Visquente da Raviel.”

He didn’t have to lower his head, so Visquente was able to make eye contact with her without difficulty. The freckles on the bridge of her nose and cheeks, and her sharp but large eyes, unlike the atmosphere she was exuding, aroused a strange sense of familiarity, but what bothered me more was the strange sadness in those eyes.

Before Visquente had time to question his feelings, the Marquis of Levien bowed slightly in response to his greeting and asked:

“Where is Eldmia?”