Chapter 95: Will You Give It To Me?

Chapter 95: Will You Give It To Me?

Bahara’s general, Yamanta.

He was rushing toward Ian’s camp with a murderous look on his face.

“How dare there be a madman drowning in booze on the battlefield! Really, what a foolish kid he is.”

“That’s right, General. I checked if it was a trap, but there were no soldiers lurking around.”

“He looks down on war. Then he has to die.”

Behind him, bloodthirst from thousands of Bahara warriors blazed up.

Even though their number was smaller than Ian’s, they were warriors who had been fighting against Lavaltor so far. There was no way they would lose against the army of an immature kid who was having a drinking party on the battlefield.

At least, the reason why Ian was drinking was obvious.

“I can’t believe he’s thinking of going out to war and playing around without doing anything. I will teach him that he is sorely mistaken.”

“That’s right. General Yamanta and our castle are invincible. They are probably just stalling for some time and then going back, claiming they’ve got us.”

Of course, it wasn’t without any concerns.

‘How did those bastards catch the scouts?’

His subordinates weren’t at the level to be caught by those who took the war lightly. Not to mention, they rode the goats that had been through careful selection by the military.

No matter how he looked at it, Yamanta couldn’t figure out how the scouts were caught.

But it didn’t matter anymore.

“Don’t let a single man live!”

“Woohoo!”

Yamanta and his soldiers’ eyes flashed.

Even if led by a child who was still wet behind the ears, they were against a large army numbering close to ten thousand soldiers.

What if they could defeat such a great army here?

‘I’m sure morale will rise in other places.’

If they caught that youngest prince, they would have a good bargaining chip to negotiate with Kaistein.

He was a prey too good to be missed.

However, the adjutant tried to stop Yamanta until the end.

“General! Please think this through! No matter how inexperienced their army is, it’s a large army consisting of close to ten thousand soldiers. We should be defending as usual...”

“Are you telling me to just look away at this golden opportunity?! In the face of a snotty brat who doesn’t even know war?”

“General!”

“Silent! Today, I will defeat those insolent Kaisteins and raise Bahara’s honor!”

Of course, Yamanta was not an idiot either.

He left a few soldiers behind for his adjutant who was still worried. If the soldiers were there, he could defend himself.

“Come on! Crush them, warriors!”

Although he was only a general of one castle, Yamanta was one of Bahara’s warriors. Just like the others, he roared, raving about blood and battle.

Besides, he wasn’t alone.

As if letting loose all of what they had been enduring so far, the momentum of Bahara’s troops descending the mountain was terrifying.

“Beat those f*cking bastards!”

“Kill them all!”

All was charging with the momentum to destroy Ian’s troops. They accelerated as they descended from the mountain.

Although there was a wooden obstacle at the front of Ian’s camp.

“This is nothing! Jump over everything!”

“This can’t stop us!”

It was too low an obstacle for the goats. The mountain cavalry, following Yamanta, overcame the obstacle with great ease. At this rate, Ian’s camp would be destroyed at once.

However, General Yamanta’s expression changed in the next second.

He had no choice but to.

‘What the hell is this ominous feeling?’

It was because Ian’s soldiers did not show any agitation.

Surely, he had confirmed that they were dead drunk after being wasted just a moment ago.

Normally, one would get surprised when an enemy attacked them while they were drinking.

However, none of Ian’s soldiers were surprised or ran away.

No, rather, they threw their glasses and lifted the weapon at their side as if they had been waiting.

Yamanta sensed something was wrong.

“General! Slow down! Something is off!”

“What?”

But it was too late.

Even before Yamanta finished issuing his command, Bahara’s mountain cavalrymen were already jumping toward Ian’s camp.

And it was then.

“Raise it up!”

A young but deep voice was heard. No, it wasn’t just that voice.

There was the sound of something being pulled by chains.

Creeeeaaakk!

And then the ground shook in front of the jumping goats. It was a wooden fence tied to chains. Spiky logs were revealing themselves, aiming at the cavalrymen.Finnd new chapters on nove/lbin(.)com

The cavalry, which had jumped high, screamed.

Crack! Crash!

“Aaargh!”

They naturally couldn’t overcome the acceleration building up so far and collided with the trap at full speed.

Yamanta hurriedly pulled the reins and stopped.

“It’s a trap! Turn sideways and attack!”

Now that they had come this far, running away was not an option. They must have been setting up these traps all this time.

The mountain cavalry quickly split into two groups and aimed at both sides of Ian’s camp.

It was the moment they entered the camp in such a formation.

Plop!

The cavalryman beside Yamanta disappeared. No, it seemed as if he had disappeared.

To be more precise, he fell through a hole in the ground.

He wasn’t the only one.

“If you capture the Molar Castle like this, Your Highness, you will have accomplished a great feat that will be recorded in history.”

After all, the Molar Castle had never once fallen in the long history of Kaistein.

No one would be able to ignore this merit he made.

But Ian just smiled.

Because his goal was not just the Molar Castle. He was aiming higher.

Then someone shouted at Ian.

“This is not a warrior’s fight! You know nothing about honor!”

It was the Barbarian they caught in Labadom.

The face of the man who identified himself as the youngest prince of Bahara, Olak, was flushed red. His wrath at Ian, who drove the brave warriors of Bahara into a trap instead of fighting them head-on, was visible.

But Ian smiled as if what Olak said was absurd.

“This is not a fight; this is a war. And you are our enemies.”

“!?”

Olak shivered.

Ian’s cold voice continued to echo in his ears.

“It is my people here. I don’t intend to use their sacrifice as a stepping stone. It is enough to have you shed blood.”

“Th... that!”

“You want a fair fight? Then you should have done better. It was your general who drove your soldiers into an obvious trap. Don’t you think you directed your anger wrong?”

“...”

Olak clenched his teeth.

It was because he could not refute Ian’s words.

Then the Second Princess stepped in.

“Now is not the time to do this. If you don’t hurry, you can’t take over the Molar Castle. Wouldn’t it be possible to occupy it with a little sacrifice now?”

She already knew that the other squad had moved.

However, the defense would be strengthened again once the soldiers who had invaded their camp returned to the castle. In order to reduce the damage even a little, they must move quickly.

But Ian shook his head.

“There is no need for such a sacrifice. It’ll be over before then.”

Then he glanced at Olak.

“Isn’t that right? Won’t it be over easily if you help me?”

“What...”

Olak was bewildered.

He couldn’t glean what Ian wanted.

And so, he answered firmly.

“I will tell you in advance that it would be impossible to negotiate with my life. We Bahara warriors will never yield over hostages...”

“Even if it is the next successor?”

“!?”

Olak’s eyes shook.

How the hell did Ian know that?

But it was thanks to Fionia, the young lady of Lavaltor, that Ian found out.

“He is the youngest child that the king of Bahara cherishes the most.”

“What?”

“We’ve met at the border area before. Unlike the crown prince, the king greatly favors him.”

Ian also only found out then.

The reason Bahara continued to rebel even though they were conquered by Kaistein in his previous life.

‘I heard why they didn’t admit defeat even after losing.’

It was because the king had lost the child he cherished.

It was also possible that he died in the plague while attacking Lavaltor Castle due to Cantum’s plot.

If so, the rebellion at the time also made sense.

‘In my previous life, the first prince, Arak, gathered people saying he would avenge his younger brother.’

He seemed to have heard of a prince who was beloved by the whole nation.

This time, however, Olak survived because he came to Labadom instead of Lavaltor.

Ian naturally couldn’t stop his lips from rising as he looked at Olak.

“But don’t worry. I have no intention of asking for your castle with your life as collateral. Aren’t Bahara warriors supposed to be like that in the first place?”

“Then what the hell do you want from me?”

“Your banner.”

“!?”

“Will you give it to me?”

Olak’s expression hardened. It was only natural. What Ian asked for was not just any banner.

Every warrior in Bahara had their own banner.

There was only one time when a banner was handed over to another.

‘It represents a great warrior who fights on his behalf.’

Bahara respected the honor of battle more than knights, who calculated honor. If Ian raised Olak’s banner and absorbed his warriors, he might enter the Molar Castle without spilling even a single drop of blood.

Not to mention, he had heard rumors about the knights Ian had.

Unless they were Bahara’s No. 1 warriors, Ian’s knights would definitely be difficult to stop.

Olak gritted his teeth.

“You think I’ll give you the banner even though I know it! I am Olak! I will never betray my kin!”

“But with this, we can shed less blood. For both Kaistein and Bahara.”

“!?”

Ian continued his words calmly to Olak’s face.

“And didn’t you say you wanted a warrior’s fight? We will have a proper fight. But by duel, not by war.”

Of course, the price was the castle and all of Bahara’s troops.

Ian reached his hand out to Olak, who couldn’t readily answer.

“How is it? Will you give me your banner?”

His smile was brighter than ever.