Chapter 451

My Villains Episode 451

66. The Silver Prince (6)

“Uoooooooo!”

“Long live the Three Princes!”

When Prince Ulkar’s declaration of victory was delivered, the soldiers cheered like crazy. On the other hand, I didn’t even have the energy to stand on my own two feet, let alone scream.

“...under. I’m really going to die.”

Leaving behind the battlefield that was a mess of flames, rivers, corpses, blood and dust, I drove the bicorn for about fifty or sixty meters. He must have been quite tired as well, walking around like a dirty donkey.

The place where I got off was a field soaked with morning dew. Even the raging fire of war did not seem to devour all the fields in spring. The colorful petals and twigs were so fresh that you could forget the burnt smell that brushed your nose.

I sat down on a soft field. It’s troop gathering, and the desire to clear the battlefield and spread the word to sleep is like a chimney.

Of course, it was too greedy.

“Poi-”

The first thing to appear was a bunch that had been hiding nearby all along. He came running with a bloody-looking mask dangling in his hand and jumped straight into my arms.

“It was hard. Any injuries?”

“No, I’m fine!”

To the dust-covered bundle, ‘I’m tired and I’m going to pass out, so can you get away from me?’ I couldn’t talk like that, so I greeted him with a smile.

“Rejoice...

Ungeun buried his face deeply under my wool belt.

Its body, curled up like a cat sitting in a small box, gave off a strong fruity scent. I inhaled the scent to the fullest with a long inhalation, while touching the soft cheeks like those of a baby.

“Are you tired? Let’s sigh because it’s all over.”

“Here? Can I?”

“What’s not going to happen?”

“Heh-”

Moongchi looked up at me with apprehensive eyes and smiled broadly.

“Then can’t you hug me tighter? imprisoned.”

“Are you going to jail?”

“yes.”

When I did as I ordered with a smile on my face, he was mesmerized by a small laugh.

One side of the chest gets warm. It seems that the stiff shoulders are loosening a little.

Unlike the first customers full of cuteness, the next ones to flock to were the black men.

“Uhaha!”

“Victory, Mr. Phoenix! We won!”

Dervish, Goleman Eson, and others led by a dozen self-proclaimed soldiers, covered in blood, ran.

Seeing the gooey mud and lumps of ash splashing at their feet, I tried my best to speak in a calm tone.

“...that wait. Everyone, do you want to wash in the river?”

“Yes?”

Donnel grunted, his lower lip bleeding from a split.

“No, it’s been a while, aren’t you happy? I won the battle as well”

“Of course, I am happy to cry. Everyone must have worked hard, so take a break for now. Let’s solve the hoepo later.”

The big guys who came rushing forward made eye contact with each other with a sullen expression.

But that’s for a while. As soon as the cheers of victory ceased and the moaning of pain and crying for the dead comrades covered the field, the soldiers turned around with a slightly ambiguous face.

“...Shall we go to the Confair?”

“Would you like to, sister? Looking at it earlier, our captain seems to have no spirit at all.”

“Okay, let’s go. Many of our children must have died, so let’s wrap it well.”

When Dervish, who had obtained consent from Yukson Mitelman and Sergeant Prosecutor Umberta, nodded, the friendly soldiers rushed back the way they had come.

Gently rubbing my eyebrows, which had just fallen off a large bloody scab, I looked in the direction of my men.

A veteran conjurer was gathering about 100 troops with the help of sergeant Gothrop and night watchman Dylan. The two priests, monks, monks, and knights, Sa Kabar, who had not been seen during the battle, were exercising their power of healing while going back and forth among the soldiers.

The rest of the soldiers, including Fritz the Ponytail and Gidon the Crossbowman, were taking prisoners along with Prince Ulkar’s direct subordinates.

Needless to say, the imperial knights and enlisted soldiers who were loyal to the two electors had to be arrested. The pagan warriors and magic soldiers who became slaves through brainwashing and witchcraft also needed to be captured in case of an unexpected situation, but the number reached 3,000, so they were pushed out of the rankings.

Seeing the slave soldiers lying face down on the ground, he let out a deep sigh.

“......Ugh.”

Come to think of it, that sounds like a problem I need to deal with. What are all those slaves doing?

“Phoenix!”

The third to appear was Utequai, wrapped around the torso of Hellfire. The iron chain, thicker than the forearm of a fairly long man, was still red hot even though the fire had died down. Even with his teeth on his bare shoulders, he strode forward with a calm face.

“How are you?”

“hmm!”

Aside from the steam-emitting chains, the scars carved all over the body must have been quite painful, but Utequai showed them clearly and smiled.

“He did a great job. Your name will be remembered by the grandson of the warrior who walks all over the land, and his grandson and his grandson.”

“of course. Would you like me to sign something?”

“signature?”

“uh. If you have grandchildren later, pass it on. You will love it.”

He burst out laughing at my shameless face.

“Not required. It is enough for my grandson to be a grandfather.”

“Well, you don’t know yet, how do you know now?”

“I know. Only you do not know.”

“Damn it. Wanna bet?”

Of course, it didn’t seem like they were hitting it with all their might. If he had hit him seriously, his butt would have exploded.

“Amuba futmak- Amuba!”

Even though it was clear that he was moderately relaxed, Utequai’s palm, the size of a child’s torso, made a fairly cheerful sound every time he tapped the poncho. Iofya, who was pleading with her angry brother-in-law, soon burst into tears.

After staring at it for a moment, I slowly turned my head.

It’s not that I’m never bothered by this. I just don’t want to get involved in family affairs.

The fourth thing that appeared in front of me was neither Ellen, who had fluttered in flight on a black carpet, nor Hala, whose complexion was whiter than usual, nor Atalante, who had thrown away all her armor and became half-naked.

“You look exhausted.”

“yes. I will die.”

Leaving behind a group of knights, Prince Ulkar sighed heavily and dismounted.

“I have heard in detail about your criminal record. I’m about to lose my face.”

“I almost died waiting. What are you doing now? Why are you doing that again?”

The prince smiled bitterly as he brushed his hair, which was shortened like any other officer or sergeant.

“During the fight in Fast, I was hit by the ‘sticky flame’ spell. If Sir Gisela’s sword had been delayed just one breath, the skin on her face would have melted away.”

It was an obvious congratulation, but the female knight who was standing in the back was literally on the verge of crying. Did she feel guilty about cutting off the prince’s beautiful hair?

“Then, did you get Past and Unfast back?”

“Fast was restored ten days ago. They said that Unfast’s remnants could be driven out within a few days. I don’t know the exact news because I went south straight after helping Margrave Friggs break the enemy’s forces once.” I grumbled and expressed my dissatisfaction with the prince who collapsed in the seat next to me.

“So, please tell me your plan. I knew the prince would come and came all the way here, and I was bloody shit.”

“I’m sorry about that too.”

He smiled shyly and brushed the ash and dirt off his cheek with his glove.

“I just want to tell you that there were too many variables to tell you the plan ahead of time. The solidarity with the Drysir family was one of them, something I wasn’t sure of until the very end.”

“Are you not sure?”

“To be honest, I was worried about Drisir’s betrayal.”

“yes?”

I opened my mouth slightly at the prince’s low words.

“I don’t know much about that, but isn’t the Margrave of Freix the great lord of the great lords? I heard that his family has been loyal to the royal family for over a hundred years.” “As is often the case with normal human relationships, loyalty to the royal family and trust between families are not one-sided. The royal family is adamant even knowing the peril of the frontier, so how can they hope that the feudal lord will raise a sword for the kingdom?”

Prince Ulkar took off his soiled glove and threw it on the floor. Unlike his beautiful androgynous face, his right hand was full of scars and calluses.

“It was perfectly fortunate that Drisir reached out to me. Thanks to the zealous spread of rumors about my death by the Duke of Avilamber, my eldest brother raised an army faster than expected. Right before Marshal Friggs grabbed the spear upside down.”

“Ha...

If the prince’s judgment is correct, then the Duke of Abillambus has ruined the war with his own tricks.

“And Eisbowald’s work was also a big variable.”

“...Eisbowald’s work? Which one?”

Prince Ulkar smiled.

“I heard that they broke in under cover of night and completely destroyed one of the gates, right down to the gatehouse.”

“Ah yes. It was.”

It is said that when attacking Icebovalt, he crossed over the wall by conspiring with Deozen, a salted fish seller who was the underboss of a gangster. And while I was messing around here and there, Atalanta blew off the preface with ‘Void Sphere’.

“But why does that change?”

“Why not? Didn’t you give up the idea of sieging Eisbowald because the gates were blown?”

“...Well, that did have an impact too.” “Due to your personality, it didn’t seem like you would abandon Eisbowald and step back. There was my order, and giving away the occupied castles is not a difficult task for you.”

“......Right.”

“In the end, I had no choice but to come forward and intercept. So, as soon as I heard the news that one of the gates of Eisbowald had been blown down, I immediately went south.”

The memory of that time must have come to mind, and the prince shook his head as if dizzy.

“I sent a letter the other day, but the situation has changed so much in a short period of time that I wondered if Kyung would accept it as it is. So is there any stars? I have no choice but to run.”

“What if it’s a letter?”

“I even sent you a reply with ‘The Message of the Byway’. Don’t you remember?”

At that moment, I felt as if I had been hit in the head with a hammer. It reminded me of the most recent three-line letter I received on the last day of March.

-Brist 1 30,000.

– Regards to the golden award.

– The party is mid-April in the yard. Let it be dusted.

The first and second were notifications about the prince’s dispatch and questions about the emperor’s news. And the last thing was to decide the day of the showdown.

“What day is it today?”

“April 7th, no, the day has changed,

so it is the 8th.”

“Eight days... it’s not the middle, right?”

Instead of answering, Prince Ulkar only laughed softly.

“What does that matter? In the end, sir, you made the best decision, and thanks to that, we won a victory that will go down in history.”

“...Are you kidding me?”

“you’re welcome. Absolutely not.”

The prince looked at me and said.

“Perhaps this war would have ended in victory without me. But I never would have been able to do that without the kyo.”

Before he could nod his head shamelessly or say a word of humility, Prince Ulkar rose from his seat and mounted his warhorse.

“...Where are you going?”

“East.”

The prince smiled brightly at the sun.

“I have to go pick up Sir Ariad. I’ll be right back.”

He left for the east, leading only four hundred cavalrymen who took a break for a while.

It was four days later that news came that ‘Bulfurt’, the border fortress of the empire facing High Castle and the capital of the Obdorf region, had been captured.