Chapter 139 : Chapter 139
Chapter 139
“How, how, how dare that reckless greenhorn!”
The commander, trembling while watching Vergil moving away, huffed and puffed as he headed to his unit.
“What does he say?”
Startled by the voice heard as soon as he entered the barracks, he forcibly calmed his pounding heart and said.
“…You were here.”
“Wherever I am, that’s my business.”
Carlson, the Knight Commander of the Royal Army who had approached right in front of him before he knew it, pushed the commander’s head with his finger and continued.
“That’s not what I asked.”
“…He says they are preparing because it’s necessary.”
“Ha, fuck, seriously. This stupid bastard. Of course they prepare because it’s necessary, would they use that many magic stones to screw over the Royal Army if it wasn’t necessary?”
At the voice mixed with irritation, the commander’s face hardened stiffly.
‘How dare this washed-up trash!’
Except for the status of Knight Commander of the Royal family, he’s a guy no better than himself, but that status was the problem.
Unlike his talent, the connections of that human who was called a brilliant genius in the past were still shining.
The genius facing the wall of Master began secretly mingling with wives of the political circles before being abandoned, and quietly grew his influence in politics.
Influence strong enough that a mere unit commander dared not defy.
Suppressing his anger, the commander forcibly opened his mouth.
“It seems they intend to lure Orcs into the pit… Kuheok!”
Before his words ended, the commander collapsed at Carlson’s fist striking his abdomen, and Carlson, squatting in front of him, asked.
“Since I speak nicely, do I look easy? Wake up if you don’t want to die suddenly on the battlefield.”
“N-No! A pit is just a pit, what difference……!”
Carlson, rising from his seat, kicked the commander once again.
“Kuheok! Stop, stop hitting and use words!”
“You retard-like bastard. That’s why you’re still a unit commander even at that age. If the pit were a trap, they would have hidden it so it’s invisible; digging a pit the size of a decent banquet hall, and you call that a trap?”
At the foot digging into the curled-up commander’s bosom, the commander’s body rolled on the ground.
“Kuhuhuk!”
“So, I told you to bow down on your own. There will be a use, so ask properly and tell me.”
Seeing the commander glaring at him silently even while retching, Carlson grinned and said.
“If you really don’t want to die, go out and find out. What they plan to do with that pit.”
“…If you are curious about the operation, couldn’t you ask directly.”
“Ah! Good question!”
At the words of the commander gritting his teeth, Carlson tapped the commander’s cheek and shouted.
“But if you hear that answer, you die. Is that okay?”
The commander, glaring at Carlson, eventually lowered his head.
“Right, of course you should.”
Just as he was about to leave the barracks telling him to find out again.
Buuuuuuuuu!
The horn flute sound announcing the enemy’s appearance rang out.
“Tsk, late. Go out quickly. Or you might get cursed at for being late for no reason.”
As he carefully bowed his head and passed Carlson, a cold voice was heard from behind.
“Unit commander, you are a person of the Kingdom, right?”
The commander, replacing the answer with silence, left the barracks and fell into thought.
‘The Knight Order is targeting Moner.’
Considering the mission entrusted to the Royal Army, this was correct. They only fought because Orcs targeted the Royal Army; there is no reason for the Royal Army to shed blood in the forest of demonic beasts.
If there is damage to Moner, talk of retreating to the fortress might come out. Then unnecessary battles can be avoided.
However, as battles with Orcs accumulated, a question arose that wasn’t there before.
‘…If Moner collapses, who blocks those Orcs?’
No matter how wealthy the Royal family is, money doesn’t grow on trees.
They can’t use this amount of magic stones and supplies every day.
In the end, if Moner collapses, aren’t the ones blocking the demonic beasts the people of the Kingdom?
Probably with a high probability, Garme’s Royal Army participating in this battle will become the main force.
‘We block guys who run perfectly fine even after being scorched by fire and fried by electricity?’
Before he knew it, he arrived at the command post and entered the barracks with a reluctant face, and three pairs of eyes waiting inside turned to him.
“You came.”
“…….”
“You’re late.”
He had exchanged greetings with Knight Commander Vergil and the female knight who is the Young Duke’s direct Knight Commander beforehand, but not with the huge man sitting on one side.
‘Is he a barbarian?’
Because there are no cases where a mainlander has a body like that.
‘They said all sorts of humans gather in Moner, so that might be possible.’
As the commander sat down without much thought, Vergil spoke calmly.
“It seems the bastards’ lead will be visible in two hours.”
“Faster than expected.”
“Yes, Count. They say they are running ignoring formation.”
‘Formation? Orcs form a formation, not an army? More importantly, didn’t he just say Count?’
As the commander, opening his eyes wide, looked at the two, the female knight who hadn’t said a word opened her mouth.
“…What about the operation? Are we really proceeding as is?”
“Lina, do not worry. Since I am confident.”
When the man called Count answered in a leisurely voice, the female knight called Lina frowned her fine brow and answered.
“Haa… What use is worrying about the Count. I’m just worried about myself following along.”
“Hehehe, it’s a plan made by that guy Ian, could it go wrong? He must have told us to do it because we clearly can. Or do you not trust that guy?”
Lina shook her head and pondered for a moment, then suddenly lifted her hips and said.
“Then knowing that, I will get up first. Since it seems we will move outside.”
As Lina left the barracks saying she thinks she’ll calm down only after swinging a sword, the Count also left the barracks saying he should drink tea while waiting.
“What is this…….”
When the commander, who hadn’t heard a single line of explanation about the plan after arriving, looked at Vergil, he spoke calmly.
“While Count Mogul deals with the Legion Commander, our Knight Order will deal with the Royal Guards, and Miss Lina and the Black Noble Troop plan to assist from outside.”
“Pardon… Pardon?”
The commander pointed outside with his finger.
“Then what about the trap? Then what on earth is that trap?”
They dug up all the ground called ground and made a bizarre pit the size of a banquet hall.
A maze-like pit surrounded by tree roots like walls.
If they literally just intend to fight, why is such a pit needed?
“Well. I don’t know well yet either. I was also just told I’d know when I see it.”
At Vergil’s answer, the commander’s face crumpled.
‘Are they trying to play around now? Over two hundred magic stones went into digging that, and they just dug without asking why?’
Magic stone price is one thing, but if they do such a thing, isn’t it normal to be curious?
Briefly pondering, he shook his head and asked.
“Could you please explain the plan in detail, in detail.”
“Of course.”
Vergil, nodding, took out a crude map from his bosom and continued.
“It was made in a hurry so you just need to use it for reference, but…….”
As Vergil’s words continued, the commander’s face only hardened.
* * *
“Crazy! Everyone is crazy!”
Returning to his personal barracks, the commander urgently looked for his adjutant.
“Where did this guy go again?!”
He must decide whether to prepare for battle immediately or retreat before it’s too late.
“Every moment is precious!”
As he headed to the unit walking half-running, he saw puffing soldiers and an adjutant with a troubled face.
“Just until when, until when do we have to wait?!”
“Surely they aren’t telling us to just suck our fingers outside, right? Then Moner or whatever, we’ll really ram into them!”
“Everyone calm down! Didn’t I say the commander went to a meeting now!”
“That’s what I’m saying, it’s been ages since the horn flute sounded, why aren’t they calling us!”
“Won’t they call us when the time comes! Just be quiet and wait!”
‘Damn it, should I not have sounded the drum earlier.’
Retreating with guys barking like wild dogs seems difficult.
But staying here was even more disliked.
The Royal family’s crazy Knight Commander eyeing Moner was dangerous, but Moner’s plan was several times more dangerous.
“Huh? Commander! It’s the Commander!”
“Commander! What did the bastards say?”
Seeing the highly excited soldiers, the commander bit his lip.
“Wait, fight when the bastards come.”
“Oh! They seemed to be doing useless things outside, but they were decent guys after all!”
“Exactly!”
The commander just looked pitifully at the noisily chattering soldiers.
“So where should we wait?”
“…It’s not us waiting.”
“Pardon? Where is something like that!?”
“Did those Moner bastards pull us out to have fun by themselves?”
Seeing the soldiers already picking up spears, the commander muttered as if lamenting.
“No, there is only one person waiting.”
The Knight of the Iron Wall, Mogul.
He is the only one waiting for the legion.
* * *
Slurp.
“The tea is bitter.”
When Mogul, sipping tea quietly, spoke in a wistful voice, a brusque voice was heard from the side.
“Count, as I tell you repeatedly, alcohol doesn’t become tea just because you pour it into a teacup.”
“…There were no tea leaves.”
It was a lame excuse, but Lina filled the teacup instead of nagging.
“I know there is no need to worry, but still, you must be careful.”
“Hahaha! It’s because I’ve been still all this while, I am also a human who reached the peak.”
Mogul just laughed refreshingly.
The battlefield he stepped into after throwing off the restrictions he had bound himself with was more satisfying than imagined.
The body and heart boiling with excitement, the familiar muddy air of the forest and gloomy mana, everything was good.
On top of that, Lina, who was usually so sharp, came personally and even poured alcohol.
“Kukuku, a guy buried in documents wouldn’t even be able to imagine.”
At his words starting to laugh heartily, Lina tilted her head.
“You wouldn’t know, but when you reach the peak, finding an opponent is difficult. Everyone has different calculations and positions, so it becomes difficult to lift a weapon considered like one’s own body.”
Emptying the teacup with a slurp, he lifted the teacup and said.
“So, how difficult would it be to meet an enemy one can fight risking one’s life. And how great a happiness it is to meet such an enemy.”
Lina, tilting her head at Mogul’s calm words, opened her mouth.
“No, not that, earlier about documents and whatnot, weren’t you talking about Count Sven?”
Forcibly swallowing the laughter about to burst out, he nodded slowly.
“Right. It is regrettable, but since that guy in the fortress can’t come here…….”
When Mogul lifted the teacup grinning, he felt a massive energy approaching rapidly.
“Mm? Didn’t they say they were coming from the north? Over there is southeast…….”
Moreover, an energy somewhat familiar, nostalgic yet annoying, to be called reaching the peak of 7-star.
“That… If it’s south, wouldn’t it be Count Sven?”
“I’m enough alone, so why him?!”
As Mogul shouted at the word Sven, Lina answered nonchalantly as if asking why ask the obvious.
“Well, because the Count is still 6-star and the Legion Commander is a 7-star Master?”
“No way! That guy Ian clearly said he would trust only me!”
Feeling impatient as if the plan to heroically burn the will of immortality was shaking before it even started, Mogul gripped his axe.
He intended to catch a 7-star Orc alone and tease Sven for the rest of his life, but to share that delicious thing with Sven!
“Just what are the Orc bastards doing to be dallying like this!”
As Mogul, springing up gripping the axe, spread his energy with all his might, Lina looked at him as if pathetic and asked.
“Surely you aren’t spreading energy right now telling the enemy to come quickly?”
The moment he saw Lina, Mogul realized.
“You, you……! You didn’t come worrying about me from the start!”
That that cold female knight came here not because she worried about him, but to monitor him.
Feeling a terrible sense of betrayal, he sat down and emptied the teacup quietly.
“There’s no rush, so drink slowly.”
Trickle, alcohol filled the teacup once again.
“None of your business.”
Mogul emptied the teacup glaring at the forest with burning eyes.
Desperately hoping that the guy called Legion Commander arrives even one step earlier than Sven.