My Villains Episode 427
65. The Climax of Spring (2)
Right after I crushed the nine imperial knights and elite soldiers, the army from the ‘Bülsruhe’ region began to scatter in disarray.
“Sir Benlow!”
As he shouted as he pulled out the spear stuck in his thigh, a knight who led a cavalry force of about 50 or so came running. He was Sir Benlow, the most trusted man of Count Ines, the owner of the floating city of Colouse and the great lord of Abiden.
“Did you call?”
He raised his face mask in moderation.
The war horse carrying Lord Benlow was quite large, but it was nothing compared to a bicorn. Naturally, it became a composition that I was looking down on.
“Did you catch the lord?”
“Prince Cherveger is already on the run.”
“Is that the prince himself? Is that young bastard with a pale face?”
“yes. A mercenary who operated in the central part of the Empire confirmed it.”
It reminds me of the young man I met when I first clashed with Bülsruhe’s army. A dwarf young man who was blocked by knights and heavy soldiers.
I thought he sent his vassal or subordinate vassal, but did the great lord himself come?
“...to miss this information. What the hell did Deo Zen do?”
“Gathering information is not something anyone can do. Don’t expect too much from the thugs, Sir Phoenix.”
“Still, how much money did I spend on them?”
He quickly glanced north, but the prince and his entourage had already disappeared. As I clicked my tongue in regret, Sir Benlow suggested.
“In case you don’t know, I’ll try to chase you.”
“...No, I’m just wasting my time, so just hunt. Don’t overdo it, in moderation.”
“I will.”
He bowed his head and showed his respect.
Even Sir Benlow, a knight like me, used to be overly polite to me after he occupied Proshafen and Eisbowald. After traveling around the city for the last two weeks and working together a few times, the light in his eyes was even buried with a sense of awe.
Thanks to that, it was burdensome for me to deal with him, but there was nothing I could do about it. It was because I wanted to use Milgrester’s excellent privates as a cavalry force, and Sir Benlow was the champion of Count Ines.
I awkwardly nodded. Sir Benlow lowered his visor and returned to the troopers.
“Spread in groups! Pursue!”
He raised his spear and shouted, and the cavalry was divided into four divisions. The cavalrymen, in groups of 10 or 10, began to hunt down the fleeing army of Bülsruhe.
The cavalrymen in groups usually wielded spears, long-handled axes, and long swords, but about 30 percent fired arrows. Not so long ago, those who served as foot soldiers are now mimicking mounted archers. It seemed like you could see just how hard the Milgresters were pushing their privates.
“Surrender, I will surrender!”
“Please save me!”
When the cavalry hunt began, the number of soldiers who surrendered increased rapidly.
By the time the situation is all over, the cavalry led by Sir Ben Lowe will have killed or captured far more enemy soldiers than I have. Just like it always has been.
“Let’s rest for now.” Crong.
Leaving behind the scene of the one-sided slaughter, I pulled the reins and headed for a small village in the south.
There should be roughly two hundred and fifty enemies killed in the previous battle. Even if the placenta was the placenta of the enemy who was treated with the Blood Sculpture, it was equivalent to cutting down and killing more than a hundred humans.
It was natural to become exhausted. The vitality replenished through ‘plunder’ erased the wounds on the whole body, but it could not even wash away the blood.
Somehow, my head felt heavy.
I don’t know if it’s because of the guilt over the murder that still has a pinch, or because of the karma that accumulates day by day, or if it’s because of the sage time I encountered after swimming in the lake of pleasure. I just want to take a deep breath without thinking.
When the village chief and other men desperately winked, a janghan stepped forward, shaking his legs.
He drew water from the well in the yard and splashed it on the bicorn. After repeating this about five or six times, he brushed off his mane with a languid growl and lay down in the barn.
“Ah, you nasty bastard. There is no such thing as a master.”
I grumbled and undressed and washed myself. I heard that there is a hot spring nearby, but the water in the well was lukewarm unlike groundwater.
As I was about to finish taking a shower, I heard a ‘huck’ from the side of the short wall.
“...who is this?”
Standing over the fence was a girl with a basket full of figs. She stuttered, rolling her eyes.
“Hello Nari. The village headman said that the village chief and my father should come and wait on us. I was wondering if there was anything I could help-”
“Aha.”
It’s a familiar situation. This is because it is a common occurrence when a group of nobles or military mercenaries visit a rural village.
Villagers, including the village headman, offer everything to satisfy the guests who could turn into bandits in an instant. If the opponent’s delay was high, all those things would include the village girl.
“Hmm... I stared at her, scratching her eyebrows, and the girl blushed and lowered her head
. He looks roughly sixteen to eighteen years old, but he was pretty handsome for being born and raised in a rural area like this. I think the villagers must have carefully selected and sent them.
For nearly two weeks, he had neither Atalante nor Mungchi, so he desperately thought of women. Still, it doesn’t appeal to me.
I didn’t want to get caught up in troublesome things for a moment’s pleasure. To be honest, I was skinny and I didn’t like my body as if I hadn’t grown up.
At first glance, she had a similar body type to Ellen. However, although she was pretty, she was not as beautiful as an angel, and she did not have jewel-like eyes, silky skin, or thick hair that looked like pure gold.
“...leave it there. Because there is no need for an attendant.”
“Oh yes? Are you really okay?”
“huh. I will eat the figs well.”
The girl blinked her eyes half mixed with relief and regret before carefully opening her mouth.
“Well then, would you like me to do the laundry for you?”
“...Wash?”
The clothes I hadn’t changed for four days already smelled musty. The desire for the freshness of wearing cleanly washed clothes instantly soared as strongly as, or even more strongly than, the intoxication.
I struggled to shake my head.
“It’s okay, go now. What if I wander around here and there are strange rumors for no reason?”
“Ah...
”Tell the village chief something. Don’t do anything to block the village girls’ marriage.”
Is it because he said it so directly? The girl
turned around with a sullen expression.
About a week after the capture of Eisbobalt a fortnight ago, I received a letter from Prince Ulkar. The content was only three lines, probably because of fear of extortion. It was so simple that it was like a coded text, but it didn’t interfere with understanding what was going on.
-Brist 1 30,000. Brist is an old name for the kingdom of Milanol. Then only Lionel III or his eldest son, Zacharys, could be called the ‘first’ of Brist. 30,000 would be the size of an army.
It means that there was no way Lionel III, who was on the verge of dying, would step out directly, so Crown Prince Zacharys led 30,000 troops and sent out.
– Regards to the golden award. The golden statue represents King Ruilix II, the emperor of the Mittergerant Empire. The appearance of wearing a golden mask is likened to a golden statue. Regards means to keep an eye on something and deliver news.
– The party is mid-April in the yard. to clean it up
The feast means the decisive battle, and the yard means the area of Froshaven and Eisbowald occupied by my army. It was probably supposed to be mid-April as the day of the decisive battle.
The problem was to clean up the occupied territory. All allies, including me, are working hard, but I wasn’t sure if I would be able to finish the cleaning by the due date.
It would be nice if we could deliver good news even as a group.
As I was lying on the bed and thinking about that, a messenger came from Eisbovald. It was the news of the bundle I had been waiting for.