Chapter 392

My Villains Episode 392

62. Tactics of Deception (19)

At Princess Theodora’s insistence, I withdrew from the cathedral, but I was not in a position to relax. Because he had written three Gamtu, there was a lot of work to do.

Of course, the position of swordsmanship instructor for sergeants has now become meaningless, and as the vanguard of the heavy cavalry, all they had to do was prepare themselves to fight again. However, there were many chores attached to the title of Central Defense Captain.

“...Hashi X.”

I’m getting annoyed. Maybe it’s because I haven’t slept properly for two days and I’m rolling over. Since the person to take out his anger on is lying in a hospital bed, there is nowhere to argue.

“Ugh.”

Fortunately, several subordinates helped with the work.

Hicks, the servant, took care of the bicorn, and Golman, the chief, was in charge of arranging miscellaneous equipment. Stumpy Eson snatched a suit of plate armor I could use from the piles of loot piled up in the plaza, Weldon Donnell occupied the inner garrison with the ferocious Murg, and Sixson Mittelman brought artisans from the inner fortress ‘Axod’ and set up ballistas. was repairing

“A total of 18 people were killed and 24 were injured over the two days.”

As always, the veteran commander was in charge of organizing the troops under my command.

“Eighteen... many have died.”

“Most of them are new recruits from Keibor.”

“Did everyone die at the west gate? It must have been quite fierce there.”

“yes. It might have been pierced if at least one of the prince and hatanka hadn’t been there.”

Conveyor let out a small sigh and continued.

“Still, if I had been a little more competent, I would have saved half of them... Shame on you sir.”

“Sounds useless. At least it’s you, so it must have ended with eleven people.” When I tapped him on the shoulder, he smiled bitterly and continued his report.

“Among the injured, only half of the 12 returned after treatment.”

“When can the remaining twelve return?”

“I think three or four will be back within ten days at most, but I’m not sure about the rest. Oh yes, most of them are crippled.”

The priest’s healing was nothing short of miraculous, but it was not without limitations or conditions.

Because the level of healing depends on the priest’s level of divine power, ordinary priests were limited to quickly recovering non-permanent damage.

Those who could reattach severed nerves or bones were considered prestigious clergymen, and those who could regenerate severed limbs or treat intellectual disability were only bishops or higher-ranking clergymen.

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—S3

As I silently washed my face, Confair gave advice in a very cool tone. “

It would be better to send

those who have difficulty recovering home .”

“...I can’t help it.”

The ‘those who have difficulty recovering’, as Confair said, meant the number of people who needed to be treated by clergymen at or above the bishop level.

It sounds obvious, but in order to receive treatment from bishop-level clergy, a considerable amount of wealth must be donated. If it was at the level of regenerating severed limbs, even a bishop-level cleric would have to pour holy power dozens of times, so even bringing gold coins to the chest was often insufficient.

Even Prince Ulkar, who leads a mighty warlord, is unable to receive medical treatment, so he wears a prosthetic arm. It would be difficult to spend thousands of dollars to treat crippled soldiers.

It’s kind of cold, but what can I do if this is reality.

“Instead, give me plenty of money. Coincidentally, we got a lot of loot, so we can share it there.”

“But sir, there aren’t enough things for us right now.”

“Ah, of course we should use the equipment and horses. But things like gold are useless right now.”

It was a fact that I realized anew while going through this battle, but war was a lucrative business in its own right.

A useful suit of armor, a well-honed ax, a heavy mace, a sturdy shield, and even a shortsword used as a secondary weapon. It was the average armament of the mercenaries hired by the Duke of Avillambus.

The battlefield is where all of that equipment can be taken away with a single blow.

In addition, most of the mercenaries carried all their property directly, as if they were wanderers without a home or theft.

Thanks to this, if you kill a single mercenary, you can get at least four or five gold coins, up to dozens.

There was no need to worry about the share that would fall on me and my subordinates. For, as most good Warlords do, Ulkar distributes the spoils fairly and generously.

“I heard that Harold distributes the loot, so go and get it later.”

They couldn’t collect loot from outside the castle, including Zelntree, but they did collect loot from those who infiltrated into the castle or killed on the wall using the runestone ‘group transfer’. That alone would make a pretty good income, and our share wouldn’t be small.

“If they say things are not well organized, they receive an advance payment or a generous amount. The injured guys must be sad and anxious, so let’s fill the pockets quickly.”

“I will.”

Then, naturally, he kneaded the nape of his neck and added words.

“The bath water should be ready soon, so I need to take a bath and get some sleep.”

One of the two pairs of eyes blinked at a slightly quickened tempo, and the other fell helplessly.

“Now that the battle is over, go to the inn in the rose flower field. It will be much more comfortable there.”

“you?”

“I’ll go when I’m more organized.”

Heila and Mungchi rubbed against each other for a while before leaving the boudoir.

It’s been a while since I went to bed feeling light after taking a bath.

“trunnion.”

“...is it a bunch?”

I didn’t notice the presence at all until the locked window was opened. Unlike the sword master’s subordinates, Mungchi was indeed a proper assassin.

“Hey you.”

“swimming.”

Before I could say anything, this cute assassin, who broke through heavy security in broad daylight and hid in the castle tower, jumped straight into my arms.

The embarrassment and surprise that came to mind at the sudden appearance of the mungchi melted away in the warm warmth felt in his arms and the subtle fruit scent of the soft skin.

“It’s been a while-”

“You... uh huh. yes what Great.”

I patted him on the back for a while and then rummaged through the luggage left unpacked in the corner of the room.

“trunnion?”

“Wait a minute... Oh, there it is.”

All I found was a small, fat glass bottle.

“Here’s a present.”

” to.”

Moongchi accepted the glass bottle with a puzzled expression.

The transparent glass bottle, which contained high-quality wines from Dandeli, was filled with black petals.

“The scent was still there. Take it once.”

He carefully opened the cork tied to the string and sniffed the scent. The petals were already dry, but the glass bottle would be full of a fresh scent.

“...great.” “right?” He sat down next to him and stroked his hair.

“Remember when I decided to name you?”

“I remember you. Western Continental name.”

“That’s right.”

He looked at Moongchi’s hazy eyes and smiled.

“How is Rannon?”

“Lannon.”

“The name of that flower is Ranunculus. I found it by accident and it reminded me of you.”

“....♦.Ranon.”

The guy had a strange expression.

“Ra-nun is nice, but I also like bundles.”

“okay? Then... should I use a bundle when there are two of us and a raneon when there are other people?”

“Hey, I like it.”

Moongchi then smiled wide and hugged me again.

“Thank you Poi.”

“I am more grateful. Thank you for coming back safely.”

A kiss followed by a small laugh.

After a while, the bundle fell under the bed and knelt down to enjoy the soft offal and the subtle scent.

While stroking the girl’s hair, I suddenly thought of Heyla.

Um, I’m sorry. Sooner or later... I need to find a way to make everyone happy.