Chapter 40

Chapter 40

In Cheonrye, those who called themselves warriors were all galloping across the desert. With Kakantir at the forefront, a fierce sandstorm arose. Ian, too, closely pursued him with his hood drawn over his head.

Beric was

Uhe. Uhehehek.

Quiet. Shut your mouth.

Beric kept bursting into laughter, tightly stuck behind the warrior escorting Ian. He seemed pleased that they didnt leave him behind. Though he was wrapped in a cloth like a piece of luggage and secured with a rope.

Sir Ian, are you sure we can carry this?

What can we do? If we leave it behind, itll cause trouble.

What a madman. Even when told to rest, he refuses.

Is that called resting? Its called being ostracized!

Though Beric was miraculously able to lift his upper body, walking was too much for him. While everyone was debating whether it would be better to leave him, he made a bombshell declaration.

He would bite his tongue and die if left behind.

Though it was absurd, everyone felt that Beric might actually do it, so there was no choice.

Then will you participate in the battle? Youll only be hanging on to Kusilre and being carried around. Well, if an arrow comes flying, you can act as a shield.

Nope. I dont want to. I think this will heal in two days.

Youve lost your mind.

Really. I can feel it.

Ian, overhearing Berics conversation with the warrior, shook his head. Surely that guy, the magic swordsman, must have some hidden secrets. Even the Cheonrye tribe, who were known for their natural healing abilities, didnt show that level of recovery.

Ian kept an eye on Beric, and Beric, noticing this, chuckled smugly. He seemed to be in high spirits.

Clip, clop.

Kakan! Bariel is in sight!

Lets go!

One of the warriors ahead yelled. A small shrine, where they had made a friendly pact, began to appear. Upon Kakans call, they all increased Kusilres speed.

Hiing!

In a flash, they passed the shrine and two rocks considered as the border. Beric chewed on a leaf and shouted jubilantly.

Weve returned!

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Hell yeah! It feels so awesome!

The warriors all laughed together. Kakantir, who was glancing back, did the same. He gently pulled Kusilres reins to slow down. It was the agreed meeting place with Soo.

Everyone! Over here!

Soo!

Greeted by Soos appearance, everyone joyfully approached. She hugged her colleagues for a moment, then immediately briefed them on the situation.

The Bratz soldiers are quite useful. Despite losing ground, they utilized terrain well to hold back. Of course, thats all they have, so the tide inevitably turned. If they had abandoned the mansion and retreated into the forest, wouldnt that have been the end? They fought desperately, almost bursting with rage.

What about Dergha?

The most crucial point for the Cheonrye tribe. Kakantirs question, filled with anger, was met with a smile from Soo.

Hes still alive. The central army hasnt stopped pursuing, and it doesnt look like they plan to enter the mansion.

Good, Soo. Join us. Were heading into Bratz.

At Kakantirs command, everyone nodded. They galloped closer to the center of Bratz. The river cutting through Bratz was stained with blood, and unrecognizable corpses littered the surroundings.

And that wasnt all.

Fields awaiting autumn harvest were a mess, strewn with the debris of destroyed houses. Screams and wails mixed, creating the most horrifying sound a human could make. It was indiscernible where it was coming from.

Aaahhh!

Someone help me! Help!

Wait, wait! A thief! Thief!

I, Im the stable keeper. Dont you remember?

Ah, yes. You.

Ian couldnt remember the name but recognized the face. Covered in dirt and grime, he was hard to recognize. Ian patted the stable keepers shoulder and smiled.

Its been a while. Im glad youre alive.

Wha, whats going on?

Later. Im a little busy right now. Just tell your neighbors not to fear the Cheonrye tribe; were here to help Bratz. Now, take care.

Turning his head, Ian saw the Cheonrye tribe waiting for him, including Beric, who was bound and hanging in their midst. Ian drove the Kusile as if returning to his original spot.

Hey, hey, what did he say?

Do you know him?

Who? The one who went to the desert?

What did the young master say? Huh? He spoke for so long.

Everyone who had forgotten about the young masters existence gasped in realization. The stable keeper held his child tightly, following Ians disappearing figure with his eyes. Before crossing the desert, he had asked him to quit his job at the mansion as if knowing the future, had he not?

Its not just because of that, but

Anyway, those who left the mansion mostly avoided disaster, and those who remained were killed by the investigation team.

In a situation where the life and death of the countess and the young master were uncertain, the servants flimsy lives were so insignificant they were rolling on the ground.

They said the Cheonrye Tribe will help

The Cheonrye Tribe will help?

What?

The local people snorted with incredulous expressions, but no one dared to openly object because the reality was that desperate.

Where else was there a force that could stop the nation of Bariel and their own lord Dergha in this situation?

Get out of the way. You have nothing to do with this.

Charge, keep moving forward!

Its the barbarians! The barbarians have invaded!

Ah, those bastards keep calling us barbarians, barbarians. Cant we just kill them and go?

Kyaaa! Its the beastmen! Save me!

Shut up. Dont get distracted.

The mansion is in sight!

Meanwhile, the Cheonrye Tribe, which had been crossing the village, finally arrived at the Bratz mansion. Instead of the familys flag, the scorched flag of the investigation team was fluttering, clearly indicating who was the winner of the battle.

Hee-ying!

Kakantir pulled the reins of Kusile, stopping completely. The soldiers guarding the mansion hastily brandished their spears. Their helmets and armor were covered with blood, and there were no intact places.

Who, who are you?

Are you barbarians from the borderlands? How did you get here?

Crunch!

Looking lame as he hobbled and shouted. One of the worn-out warriors tried to draw his sword and step forward, but Ian stopped him and stepped forward with an apologetic look.

I am Ian, the second son of Count Bratz. This is the Cheonrye Tribe, the great warriors of the desert. We are not here to oppose you, so tell your master of our presence.

The soldiers paused at the sight of Ians blonde hair and green eyes. Clearly, those features belonged to a person from Bariel. Their eyes then shifted to the warriors standing firmly behind Ian.

They were beings that captured the wild essence of nature, with an untamable aura of predators. The soldiers muttered and hesitated.

Pl, please wait a mo, moment.

If told to back off, he seemed ready to squeeze his own head. The soldier staggered back and soon ran inside to report.

His remaining colleagues held their swords in an awkward stance.

Hee-ying!

Although they flinched at Kusilres cry and broke out in cold sweats, they still held their ground.