CH 91

Tattoo (1)

Silence lingered in the conference room.

The Earl of Denver's remarks.

out of common sense

Daniel Cairo said in a somewhat weak voice.

" I admit that Roman Dmitry is a great swordsman. It is the blessing of the Kingdom of Cairo to defeat Homer at the age of only 20 and prove that he is a three-star swordsman. But the people gathered here don't know it well. The fact that Roman Dmitry can't influence the trend in any way.

The four factions of Cairo.

The reason they want Roman is because of their future value.

Since they achieved 3 stars at a young age, both of you are rushing to recruit Roman, but if you simply compare the current force, there are many people stronger than that.

That is to say.

Roman Dmitry was nothing against the kingdom of Hector.

Roman's plan to cause internal divisions seemed nothing but the courage of young blood who had not yet experienced the world properly.

as much this time.

The Marquis Benedict also sided with the king.

"I think the same. Roman Dmitry is the future of Cairo. It is more important to minimize damage to the kingdom through wise judgment than to lose the talents of your country for no reason. In any case, the Southern Front had already passed over to the Kingdom of Hector, didn't it? It's a fight we lost from the start."

It was a realistic decision.

Besides.

Roman Dmitry is a target the Marquis Benedict wants to sign.

I couldn't let it die like this.

Since the Southern Training Center had laid out enough ground, I was thinking of recruiting him as soon as he could fulfill his military duty.

It was an operation everyone was against.

On the surface of the information alone, no one supported the Earl of Denver.

'How do I do this?'

The Earl of Denver swallowed a laugh.

It is information that was able to preemptively manage rankings.

The truth would turn the tide, but the Earl of Denver had no reason to even do that.

Even if Cairo's blood flows.

His spirit was in Valhalla.

"If everyone's opinion is like that, I won't make any sense of force. However, I don't think it's necessary to give the kingdom of Hector what it wants in the first place even though there is 3 days. It's only 3 days. We will move our troops in preparation for 'war', but if there is no change on the southern front within three days, how about accepting the demands of the kingdom of Hector?"

It was a compromise.

Edwin Hector gave three days.

Time to think enough, but never to overturn the charter.

The Earl of Denver placed a bet on him.

If it can produce meaningful results in such a short time, I had to re-evaluate the value of Roman.

It's not just a 4 star test.

A monster with more value than that.

Was it because the Earl of Denver thought the proposal was reasonable?

Daniel Cairo, who had been contemplating for a while, nodded his head with a dark expression.

" either accept the offer or reject it. We need time. As of this time, the Cairo Kingdom will prepare both options: war and negotiations with the Kingdom of Hector."

Just be prepared for any contingency.

Everyone except the Earl of Denver had accepted the fact that the battle was over from the moment the Wharf Gate was captured.

In a word.

There will be no miracles.

* * *

that time.

Henry Albert seemed to be blown away.

'Damn it.'

Even when I go out on the road following Roman.

Henry Albert's chest was filled with unfounded confidence.

With Roman, who had slaughtered countless enemies, I felt confident that I could overcome any danger for some reason.

But what is this?

Things went wrong from the start.

With poor stamina, he could not keep up with Roman's troops, and he lost his way shortly after departure.

And.

When he finally arrived at the Southern Training Center in search of a trail, Henry Albert faced reality.

'It's fucked up.'

The scene in front of me was gruesome.

The place where they had been peaceful just a while ago was turned into a wasteland, and bodies with familiar faces were lined up everywhere.

Roman Dmitry was nowhere to be seen.

It was a moment when my mind was complicated.

An ominous thought that Roman Dmitry might have suffered, he hastily turned away.

"Retreat to the first line of defense."

The heroic spirit is long gone.

What we needed now was safety.

A fence that can protect itself from enemies that have devastated the Southern Training Center.

The sight that greeted Henry Albert, who had rushed his steps, was the appearance of the first line of defense that had already collapsed and burned.

" Oh my gosh.

My mind went blank.

Actually.

He had no idea the situation was so serious.

Although the kingdom of Hector attempted to attack by surprise, the 5th line of defense was well blocked by Roman's activity.

Just like that, he believed that there was hope for other lines of defense.

However, when he confirmed the reality of the burning first line of defense, Henry Albert fell to the ground with his trembling legs.

it's over.

first line of defense.

the core truth

If the southern training center was not enough to have been attacked and it had collapsed, there was virtually no hope for this war.

jumped up from his seat.

Cairo was defeated.

However, there was no need to sacrifice himself.

"Retreat over the mountain right now!"

"Move fast!"

Judgment was quick.

Southern Mountains.

It is said that it is not suitable as an escape route because the mountain is steep, but it was a much better option than being bruised and massacred here.

Henry Albert ran so hard that his whole body was drenched in sweat.

His poor stamina was filled to the chin, and his soldiers, who were tired of a comfortable life, could not hide their difficulties.

Roman Dmitry's whereabouts are unknown.

But if he chooses to fight.

Remaining on the southern front like that was no different from jumping into a pit of fire with rice straw.

'A hero of war? I don't need all that fame! Once you live, do anything!'

ran for a while.

The surrounding landscape has changed.

In the middle of a grassy mountain.

Judging that he was now much safer from danger, Henry Albert buried his face in the ground and caught his breath.

"Heh heh, heh heh."

'I lived.'

You must still be fighting down there.

It's really safe once you cross the mountain.

the moment you think so.

chuck.

Shh. Be quiet.

on his neck.

Someone drew a cool sword.

protagonist of the voice.

He was Chris.

Henry Albert, who was about to pee in his pants, sighed in relief as soon as he saw Chris's face.

Why did Chris aim the sword?

This was to prevent the sound from leaking out.

Having retrieved the sword, Chris took the lead and walked first.

"Follow me."

Is it because of the relief of being alive?

Henry Albert, who was following Chris, was later questioned.

' Why is Roman Dmitry's knight here?'

It was strange.

Roman Dmitry said he was heading to the rear position.

But why did his article appear in the middle of the mountain?

It was thought that it might have something to do with the attack on the Southern Training Center, but it still didn't make sense.

if it were you

He would have escaped over the mountain as quickly as possible.

Although he had escaped quite far, he could not say that he was still safe from the pursuit of the enemy.

how far did you walk

Henry Albert's eyes widened at the scenery around him.

'What is this?'

only a few steps.

The surrounding landscape has changed.

It was a perfectly prepared camp.

A cover of a suitable size covered the bodies of the soldiers, and a space was provided for them to rest.

It was hard to believe that this place was built in the middle of a mountain.

With this level of sincerity, I should have seen it from afar, but when I closed and opened my eyes once, it suddenly appeared in front of my eyes.

Disappointing was the same for the soldiers.

At the reaction of the soldiers looking around, Henry Albert asked as the representative.

"When the hell did you build this hideout?"

Chris didn't stop walking.

After raising a hand to the guards and telling them that it was not in danger, he answered the question without looking back.

"On the way to the rear positions, we confirmed that the Southern Training Center had been attacked. The master decided that the rear position had already collapsed, so he went straight up the mountain and established a secret position."

"Then we must run over the mountain now! Why the hell did you stay here?"

stand tall.

stopped walking.

Chris turned to Henry Albert, a look in his eyes with a bit of disgust.

"The war is not over yet. The reason we are here is to protect our allies like Henry-sama, and to kill the enemies who come up the mountain. Mountains are a good place to face a lot of enemies with a small group. If Henry had been Hector's man, the sword that was aimed at his neck would have suffocated him.

It was a cruel remark.

mouth went in.

There was a wall of status between Chris and Henry Albert, but he couldn't treat them rudely because he saw them fighting.

Roman and his soldiers.

Everyone was a monster.

In particular, Chris showed outstanding fighting skills to the extent that he could say that he stood out by far.

'How does the Dmitry family have such monsters?'

swallowed the doubts.

Then, he asked a question that must be confirmed.

" Where is Roman Dmitry? I haven't seen you since.

It has already entered the depths of the truth.

Still, Roman was nowhere to be seen.

to that question.

Chris said quietly.

"Your lord is dealing directly with the enemies on the front line now."

Henry Albert's face turns pale.

It was as expected.

Roman Dmitry.

he was crazy

* * *

Winning or losing a war is directly related to a clear conclusion.

loser's death.

Immediately after the first line of defense collapsed, the troops fleeing from there were unilaterally slaughtered by the pursuers.

Scratch!

"Great."

"Uh-huh!"

There was no way to survive.

Cairo's soldiers struggled as they were being attacked from all sides, but they fell one after another, screaming into merciless hands.

Edwin Hector nailed the need for many prisoners.

As they had to swallow the entire southern front in a short time, many prisoners were judged to be rather dangerous.

massacre.

There was blood and death.

Brandt, who was one of the lieutenants of the 1st line of defense, could not hide his pale expression at the rapidly declining army.

'Donald, you bastard.'

before being attacked.

Brandt witnessed Count Donald getting a call from Roman.

If only I had listened to Roman at that time.

The worst would have been avoided.

He chose Mercury as an unfounded courage, and the 1st line of defense didn't last long and ended up being captured.

'The kingdom of Hector is fully prepared. Starting with a surprise attack, occupying the rear positions, and even with flares. This is a fight we can't win. That's probably why Roman Dmitry suggested that we run away to the mountains. I mean, it was for guerrilla operations, but that meant abandoning the Southern Front.'

I didn't mean to say it was cowardly.

That's the right decision.

In exchange for being vigilant, the southern front occupied the rear gate, and from that moment on, the victory or defeat of the war was already decided.

overwhelming defeat.

A bitter taste lingered on the tip of his tongue.

It wasn't even bloody, but the smell of blood was enough to make my nose tingle.

puck!

right beside.

The soldier's face fell to the ground.

In a situation where a single spear had pierced the back of the soldier's head, Brandt instinctively swung his sword towards the enemy.

Sure!

" !"

Intermittent difference.

The attack failed.

When he met the angry gaze of the one who looked like a knight, Brandt had goosebumps all over his body.

'Is this far?'

The attack motion was too loud.

I knew it from the moment the first line of defense collapsed.

The fact that everyone on the Southern Front, including himself, would never come back alive.

messed it up

The moment to accept death and make a final counterattack.

Scratch!

poof.

blood splashed

The head of the knight Hector floating in the sky.

A man with black hair suddenly appeared in Brandt's gaze, which was tinged with astonishment.