Chapter 167: Shattering
The horse galloped past.
The horse gallops past, crushing flesh, tearing guts, and staining the earth with its flowing blood, but it does not slow down.
The white color of the human bones, which were intricately broken and protruded from the body, looked painfully dazzling to eyes accustomed to the setting sun and fresh blood.
Kill him!”
The roar of the military officer advanced in front of them and drove the enemy soldiers back, opening a path that leads to the target.
The Wilks were indiscriminate, taking the lives of all in their path equally.
Knight Deonona!
A military officer running in the lead seemed to have made contact with an enemy knight, and a shadow was seen swinging a large spear.
Oooooh!”
A sound that I can no longer describe as just a strong vibration, mixed with the various emotions around me, assaulted my ears.
A round shadow blew across the evening sky like blood dripping on a veil of black. Was that the head of the knight Deonona?
“Strike it down! Now, break away! Kill the men and proceed!”
As the young military officer announced the completion of the kill, the soldiers surrounding the knight Deonona tried to flee in all directions, as if scattering spiders.
However, the center of the densely packed enemy force was there, and the enemy soldiers with their long spears were unable to move easily as they collided with each other.
They are in the way!
The warrior swung his spear as if he wanted them to scatter quickly, and the upper and lower halves of his body his separated as if he were slicing a radish with a knife.
Against a power gap that could never be overcome, the commoner soldiers could only crawl to the ground and beg forgiveness from no one. Even if it was the ground overflowing with the blood of their comrades.
“Knight Gatoren, are you still up for this?
This time, my only role was to apply physical reinforcement magic to the military officers.
And the splattering of flesh and blood in front of my eyes makes me feel a little sick. It was very different from simply burning enemy soldiers with magic from afar.
Ha! The enemy is more confused than we expected. The same goes for the main army. I think we can defeat a few more units.
Good.
The street attack was in the midst of a successful operation.
The Spierzeig forces were helpless in the face of the blitzkrieg attack, and had already lost commanders in six units. The Wilk forces were able to destroy each unit with their high-speed maneuvering.
“Move it! That unit is next!
I shouted, pointing to a unit located in the direction of the knight Gatoren's finger.
The horses, excited by the blood, were not bothered by the commoner soldiers crawling on the ground, but were fully exerting their legs.
Some of them were flying as if they were being bounced off by an express train, while others were being trampled over and over again by the four legs and turned into mincemeat. There were various forms of death.
The key to the street attack operation was to overcome the miscellaneous soldiers and take out the commander with the power of a divine breakthrough.
After running through the enemy troops, Wilk's unit immediately attacked the next target.
The number of follower soldiers here is three! Cut them down without haste and without fail!
This unit was led by a knight as commander, and the enemy commoner soldiers had also received a small amount of body enhancement magic.
However, it was nothing significant.
The body enhancement magic at the level of a follower is not much, and since there are several hundred soldiers in the assault area alone, the enhancement of each individual will naturally be weak. Water.
There is a world of difference between the Wilk forces, which are composed of a small number of military officers who have been strengthened to a level superior to that of the main ancestors.
As if to prove this point, the first squire's head was chopped off, and the second, a knight's torso, was cut off without a moment's delay.
Aahhhhh! I'm not from Spierzeig! Help me!”
The third squire, apparently a commoner, turns his back on us and is about to flee.
You coward!
The soldier, perhaps annoyed by the soldier's flight, shouted angrily and held up two spears.The spears, held in both hands, resembled naginata swords.
A flash from the crossed arms his drew a cross on his back and turned the follower into four lumps of flesh.
Heeeee!”
The knight! The knight, the knight, he's been killed!
Help me!
With the knight slain, the reinforcement magic cast on the enemy soldiers in this unit dissipated.
The resistance they had felt at the time of the raid was completely gone, and the breakaway was able to move on as if it were going through an uninhabited field.
The number of units crushed was now seven, the number of knights killed four, and the number of retinue soldiers and military officers eleven. At this point, it was already a spectacular battle.
If you look to the left, you can see the knight Gatoren giving orders to the commanders of the Quardenze forces.
He is conveying his general intentions by striking a wooden stick with a cloth wrapped around its tip against a gong to make a sound. Continent.
When the sound of “Goin, goin, goin” Is heard, the various units of the Quardentse army change their respective directions and attack the enemy units.
Not wanting to let my friends' help go to waste, I set my sights on the lone enemy unit and gave the following order: “Do not stand still!
Do not stand still! Keep moving! That's next!”
The military commanders, eager to take advantage of this opportunity, began to run in the direction I had indicated.
I followed behind them, being careful not to be swept away by the horses' acceleration.
I glance over at the main army, but they are still in the back of the pack.
There must be many excellent knights and military officers in the Spierzeig family, I don't understand why they are so slow to respond.
I could see that the knight Gatoren had his hands full controlling the horses and beating gongs, so I looked at the military officer running right next to me.
I wanted to ask the military officers what they expected Spierzeig Verret to do and for what reason they were not moving.
Since it was not long before I would be in contact with my next target, I asked a quick question.
They must think the general is coming.
The young military officer answered without much concern.
'Your grandfather?
'Yes, sir. The Spearsheikhs must think that only General Gulfis …… Would make such an assault.
After stating his reasons, the military officer readied his spear and prepared to make contact with the enemy.I signaled the end of the conversation with a hand gesture so that he could concentrate on the battle.
As I focused my attention on my hearing to confirm the military commander's words, I heard the words “Red devil” And “Gulfis” All over the enemy unit.
I had a feeling that the military commander was not wrong.
In fact, since I was carrying out a street operation without a military flag, the enemy could not immediately determine who the captain of the Wilk Corps was.
For Spierzeig's army, Grandfather Gulfis is the nobleman who fights the most.The enemy soldiers may understand his courageous and daring leadership his best.
Since I was going to the trouble, I shot a red flame toward the sky to incite their fear. It was an imitation of my grandfather's. “Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, a red flame!
Oh, oh, oh, it's the red devil!
Help me! I don't want to die!
No! I don't want to die!
Giyaaaaah!
The performance was so effective that the enemy soldiers fell into a state of panic, frightened by the shadow of their grandfather, who was not supposed to be there.
Watching their frightened state, I couldn't help but be aware of the existence of demons.
On the continent of Eluo, it is believed that there are monsters that are mutated from humans and possess vicious powers.
It is said that their skin turns an inhuman color, their fangs grow out of their mouths, their claws grow sharp and black, and their eyes shine in the dark night. And three horns, two from either side of the back of the head and one from the forehead, are black like those of the Atlas longhorned beetle.
The Quardenze family has a painting depicting the monster devouring a human child. The monster in the painting was bathed in the blood of the child and its skin was dyed red, which reminded me somewhat of a Japanese demon.
Since then, I have translated the monster into my brain as “Oni.
Red Oni. That was my grandfather's nickname.
He had sharp eyes, fiery red hair, a muscular body even in his 80s, and the magical power and heroism of his ancestors. Perhaps it is inevitable that people exposed to these threats would see glimpses of the “Monster” In their grandfather's figure.
With the thinning of the ranks, I was able to easily take out the followers of that unit.
I pointed to the next target and pulled the reins.
As I suspected, your grandfather is used to this level of assault.
I thought that the generation that knew the turbulent times in the western part of the continent was different, but the military officer immediately denied my words.
'No, as I expected, even a general would not make an assault of this magnitude.
Is that so?”
Even if we were to maneuver quickly, we would have at least 1,000 men at our command.
If the Quardenze family's ancestral army came as reinforcements, the Spiaseik army would assume that the head of the family, Quardenze Lukse, or his eldest son, Quardenze Wilk, would be the commander-in-chief.
However, the main ancestral army, with less than 50 men, launched an assault and defeated the knights one after another. What would the military officers of Spiaseik's army expect when they saw this scene?
The first thing that comes to mind is that the Spiaseik military officers are going to be able to make an assault like this. ……No, that is not possible. If so, then by no means, is it Gulfis returning from the front? How is that possible? But it is not so strange if you think that only he is the main ancestor of Quardenze who can make such an assault,……” ……, And so on.
And if there is a grandfather here, that is the worst possible situation for Spierzeig's army.
It is not a simple matter of military strength, because it means that the Spearsijk forces, which had surrounded the frontline base, have either retreated or been destroyed.
If things go badly, there is even a possibility that the Quardenze forces returning from the frontline base will appear after this and pincer them. The reason why the Spierzeik family's main ancestral army is retreating is probably so that they can retreat quickly if the need arises .
I see.
Thanks to the image of my grandfather that the Spierzeig side had inflated on their own, the Wilk forces would be able to increase their war results, which was something to be thankful for.
The military flag I brought with me will not be hoisted for a while and will remain hidden as it is.
I'm going to make contact with them.
I understand.There are only two follower soldiers here.Make sure you kill them.
Yes.
Perhaps because they had already seen how many units had been crushed, the commoners immediately began to panic as soon as we charged in.
The weapon wielded by the military officer dug into the body of the commander, who was struggling to hold together the soldiers who were trying to flee in pieces, and tore it open. As if we were watching a repeat replay.
The young men leading the squads in rotation were covered in the blood and guts of many people, and by all accounts they were dangerous men.
When these men charged forward, wielding spears and shouting, it was no wonder that the commoners were horrified.
What's next?
Knight Gatoren interjected as he pointed his finger at the next candidate for demolition.
Aiming is good, but the front is not. Let's go around and bite through the flank.
Looking at the troops spread out on both sides, it seemed that a frontal breakthrough would be the best strategy.
The commander seemed unable to adjust the disorder of his troops easily, and the frontal defense was the thinnest.
I asked myself, “…… Why? That area is densely populated with soldiers, and it looks like it would be difficult to break through. Wouldn't it be better to cut through the area where the troops are thin, as we have done so far?”
Since everything was going well so far, I couldn't deny that I was getting carried away. I couldn't help but ask back in a slightly irritated tone.
Commoner soldiers can be easily crushed, but if there is too much of them, they may stop the horses in their tracks.
It is not only the soft flesh of the slaves that the enemy troops have, but also the hard armor and weapons made of metal.
The front is a trap.The force is capable of breaking through, but there is nothing we can do to stop them.
Knight Gatoren explains how to stop the Wilk forces with several examples in a confident tone of voice.
It was more like the story of a teacher with a good teaching tool at his disposal than a lecture.
The commander of that unit is the knight Zanna Horus. He is a brilliant man, even if he is an enemy, to make the best move in such a short time. If we go in as they invite us, we may be entangled.
Tell me more.
Knight Gatoren nodded and continued.
The enemy made the best move, but it is only the best move in a bad situation. They are leading us to break through the front for one reason: their forces, which are not as mobile as ours, will not be able to deal with us in time if we don't narrow down our aim.
The horses of the Wilk squad are highly mobile because they have been strengthened by my magic, and they can easily change direction because of their small number.
This is like a pitcher who throws a variety of breaking pitches in addition to a fastball. To get a hit, you have to focus on the target.
The knight Zannahorses wanted a straight shot down the middle, and he blatantly struck out …… To entice me, the pitcher, to make his troops look thin. Not going to be able to get him.
The enemy is preparing to intercept in case of a frontal attack.
So we just have to get them off the target.
That's right.
The goal of the strategy is to shoot at the enemy, but the goal is not to shoot at them.
The goal of the street magic operation is to defeat the Spierzeig's retinue, and my thinking is not so muscular that I want to ignore that and challenge them to a head-to-head power game.
I accepted the knight Gatoren's advice and tried to modify the point of assault.
If we can take him out here, it will have a big impact.
…… Knight Zannahorses.
The Sannahorses are the first of many knightly families in the service of the Spierzeig family.
If the leading knight could be defeated, the impact would be very great. The nobles in the vicinity would be convinced that the Spierzeig family's strategy had failed.
I follow the advice of the knight Gatoren and give instructions to my allies.
The Wilk squad, which was running toward the front, forcefully changed direction at my signal and charged into the flank of the enemy unit.
The Wilks, thrusting like a river blow, knocked down the thick wall of soldiers.
'Gwahhhhh!
Hiiiii! Stop it!
The morale of the commoners was crumbling.
When the speed of the leading military officer slowed down, it was Knight Gatoren who stepped forward as a replacement.
Ahead of him, I could see the figure of knight Zannaholus.
Knight Gatoren spread his arms wide in search of my body-enhancing magic and held up a large sword with a very long blade.
From my position, I cannot see the expression on the face of the knight Gatorens running in front of me. But a moment later, I realized that they had exchanged glances.
I would no longer speak.
Gatooooo! ! ! ! “
Knight Gatoren and knight Zannahors, in similar positions, were about the same age.
The assault of the Wilk forces resembles a tsunami. It swallows up everything in its path, without regard to the history of life and people.
In a matter of seconds, their decades-long relationship was over.
Looking back, the blood-soaked earth is just spreading out there.
Without looking back, the knight Gatoren kicked away the soldiers in front of him and made a way to escape.
As he exits the unit led by Knight Zannahorus, Knight Gatoren speaks to him.
'May I?
'Are you pulling out?'
I look at Gatoren, who says, “Yes,” And check the position of the main army.
I checked the position of the main army and found that they were still in the back of the line, still struggling, and still had plenty of time to spare.
The enemy has nothing to do with it.”
Then, with a look of heartfelt apology, he continued.
'It's young master's strengthening magic, but if we terminate it now, he may not be able to do more than just kneel on the battlefield…….Since it has been going on for quite a long time.”
“Mu…… Didn't notice that. Has it been that long?”
Knight Gatoren answered yes without hesitation.It seems that the excitement of the battlefield had intoxicated his sense of time for him.
This time, as for the knights, they are reinforced as needed, but the military officers are reinforced at all times.
If the reinforcement is continued for a long period of time, the reaction when it is discontinued will be great. According to Knight Gatoren's estimation, the military officers could faint if they were not properly trained.
We have already achieved more than enough,” He said. We have already lost more than we can count on our hands,” He said.
Spierzeig's army had placed many knights in the northern part of the city of Nambonan.
This is because the main ancestral army of the Kuordenze family is likely to come from the northeast of the city.
Even if they were not as fast as the Wilk forces this time, the main ancestral army was quick on its feet.
Assuming that the Kuordenze army would appear from the northeast, it would be safer to have a commander in place who is capable of making quick decisions and taking action.
As a result, Wilk's troops succeeded in taking out knights such as knight Zannahors and young military officers who would lead the next generation one after another. From the point of view of Spierzeig's army, everything backfired.
Although the death of an active knight does not necessarily mean the immediate destruction of the knight's family, the death of the head of the family will probably cause chaos in the family for a while. .
Then we will pull back. Give the order.
“Yes!”
Knight Gatoren's expression softened a little when I gave the order to retreat.
He must have been relieved that I had decided to pull out as originally planned.
Raise the flag! This battle, we have won!”
With a shout of victory from the excited warriors, the military flag is raised.
Snakes entwined with spears and splashing water of the mighty river.
The flag I brought with me this time had a simplified version of the Kuordenze crest design. It was drawn with blue thread on a green cloth, and was a banner for householders without special status.
When I raised the flag, the surrounding Kuordenze soldiers cheered.
“Wow!
We won! We won! We won! We won!
YEaaaaahhhhh!!!”
Are they drafted citizen soldiers who continue to raise their voices even though their voices are half withered?
The way they all exclaimed in praise of me was more like a baby relieved to have a protector rather than rejoicing in victory.
Before I knew it, a number of citizens had climbed the city walls, jumping up and down and rejoicing in their victory.
The voices of “Hail Nambonan” Soon turned to “Hail Quordenze” And then to “Hail the Mayor. Perhaps someone knowledgeable in the aristocratic circles saw the military banner we were flying and told them who the general was.
There are no longer any Spierzeig soldiers trying to stop us from joining up with our friends.
As if rejoicing that the calamity was leaving, the enemy soldiers opened the path.
They make their triumphal return leisurely down the empty street, cheered on by the soldiers and the citizens. The scene was that of a leading actor basking in the spotlight at the center of the theater.
All that remained was to wait for the curtain to come down and the play to end.
“Young Master……!”
If I were to enter a sauna with a body that does not feel heat, I might feel something like this. It was suffocating and oppressive, and my whole body complained that it did not want to stay in this place.
It was clearly a wave of murderous intent directed at me personally.
Yes, I am aware of it.”
This was the first time I had ever been directly threatened by the Lord Ancestor, and for a moment I cringed at the concentrated discomfort.
But once you get used to it, it doesn't matter. I had never lived with such a malicious intent in my life, so it was refreshing in a way.
You seem very angry.”
I understood the wavering menace radiating from Spierzeig Verret.
In a sense, the release of magic power with emotion has an effect similar to telepathy. It is possible to feel the other person's emotional disturbance.
What is contained in Verret's threat is no longer a desire to kill.
They are coming this way! Young master!
I visually confirmed that the main ancestral army was coming down from the small hill southwest of the city with great vigor.
The surrounding Quardenze forces were changing their formation like shields to protect Wilk's troops and were preparing for the assault.
The knights and military commanders were advising them to retreat and join up with the others.
The main ancestral army led by Veretto has only about 5,000 soldiers at most, and the number of soldiers in the Quardenze army that will meet them is several times that of Veretto's army.
The troops that had collapsed under the assault of Wilk's forces were scattered, and many of them did not join the enemy forces, but instead watched the situation unfold.
The troops of Spierzeig's army, which had been deployed in the southern and western parts of the city, were also approaching, but there was no doubt that they had the superior numbers in either direction.
If I could surround Verrett and attack him while looking for an opening, I might be able to take his head off.
My name is Spierzeig Verret! You coward, come forward fair and square! You coward!
Verrett said loudly as he descended the hill and confronted the Quardenze army.
He was using magic to magnify his voice, so even I could hear him from a distance.
You are young. You are too angry to see what is going on around you.
It is the knight who must remonstrate with you.
“That's exactly right.”
What are the knights in the camp doing?
The knights and military officers around me spoke bitterly about those under their command who did not admonish Verret, rather than Verret himself, who suddenly went down the hill.
The education of a noble …… Ancestor is difficult.
Knights and military officers are required to rebuke such young nobles for their outbursts and show them the right path.
Although Verret made a fuss and hurled words of contempt at Quardenze, he did not launch a strong attack.
I don't know if the knights under his command are restraining him or if he doesn't have the guts to do so.
Do you remember how old Spierzeig Verret was?
I think he was ……18 or nineteen years old.”
The knight Gatoren, who had been listening to the exchange between me and the military officer, adds, “He is 19 years old.
He is 19 years old…….If you are the next head of the family, you will have a hard time remonstrating with him, but if you can't get the young lord to back down here, you are not qualified to be a knight.
For a knight, the next head of a noble family is a delicate existence.
When he eventually becomes the head of the family, it is no good if he is only looking at the knight's face. That is why he must be big enough to make risky decisions, sometimes overcoming the opinions of the knights.
When the next head of the family makes a decision in strong terms, it is very difficult for the knight to reject it.
Looking at Verret, who has just come to the front line, we can imagine that he has been shouting at the knights in anger and has gone off to battle.
As the knight Gatoren said, this is the time to admonish him at all costs.
If the knight Zannaholus had lived, this would never have happened,” The knight Gatoren, the one who had slaughtered him, said in a small voice.
'What's the matter, Quardenze! Are you afraid to step forward? What happened to your energy?
Verret continues his unbearable defeat his.
Perhaps he was planning to use this counteroffensive to make a name for himself as the leader of Spierzeig Verret and to add to his prestige his.
He must not have thought that he would be defeated, at least, not by a small margin.
No matter how strongly he spoke, the fact that he had lost so many of the knights under his command he did not make me angry.In fact, it was even pathetic.
I want to ask you one question: do you think that the angry magic power he has been sending out since a while ago is his full power?
One of the military officers answered my question.
Probably. I think it would be difficult to control such an angry threat.
The pressure of the magic mixed with rage makes me think about Verret's strength his.
However, the answer to the question of whether I really feel fear because of this is no.
And although I have not told the knight this, I have been secretly planning this ever since I arrived on the battlefield.
You worm of Quardenze! Are you afraid of me! Can't you even talk to me!”
As I listened to Verrett's blustering words, I wondered why he had come to the front now.
I could think of only one answer.He came to the front because he was convinced that his grandfather his Gulfis was not here.
If his grandfather had been here, the knights would have decided to hold Verret and retreat at all costs.
There was absolutely no way they would have allowed a young, inexperienced lord to stand in front of a grandfather who had fought a hundred battles. Even if it was an order from the next head of the family.
That is why I dared to let him raise the military flag at the end.
The Spierzeig family is naturally aware of the family structure of the rival noble families.Verret, the knights under his command, and the military officers must have seen the green and blue Quardenze crest and understood who was leading the Wilk corps.
This would give Verret no reason to hesitate.
If it was not the red devil Gulfis, but a legitimate son of the Quardenze family who had just recently made his first battle, there was no need to be afraid.
I don't know how far the …… Angry Verrett thought about it.
It was clear from the very beginning that if they fled back to Spierzeig's territory, they would be defeated and would be left with a slim chance of winning the war.
The only way for Veretto to win the war was to turn the tables on Quardenze Wilk, who had come out on top of him after he had stirred up enough agitation.
Thus, Verret came to the forefront. Or should I say that I was able to lure him out?
It wouldn't look good to run away,” I said.
When I said this, not only the knights, but even the military officers' faces grew tense.
I don't need to listen to the words of a loser.
Then they all surrounded me and began to lecture me.
If I left in this situation, it would likely lead to single combat, which was unacceptable, they said.
But my aim is also for his headhis.
If it came down to single combat, who do you think would win? I won't be offended if you answer “Spierzeig Verret. As long as it's an honest answer.
The military officer looked away at the question, and the knight looked at me, his expression even more grim.
They don't think much of me losing. They were the ones who knew the most about my magical power, which far surpassed that of my adult ancestors.
However, I was at a loss for words because if I answered honestly, I might go and beat Verrett to a pulp with gusto.
Even if I had overwhelming magical power, victory is not absolute when dealing with the main ancestor.
Even if a person with a submachine gun and a person with a blade fight, there is no 100% guarantee that the former will win.
……..The results of the war have been well-deserved. .”
I had to convince the anxious knight, who kept missing shots and was only focused on the possibility of being stabbed in the chest with a knife.
Then, I could lower the risk of single combat and, conversely, put him on the defensive against avoiding it.
I'm angry.
Don't let such inconsequential nonsense disturb your mind.”
Knight Gatoren, who must have thought I was offended by Verret's invective, admonishes me in a strong tone.
It is natural to scold a young lord who has been provoked, and it is the knight's ring. I would not set up a match in such a place.
I slowly deny the sermon and continue my words.
I slowly deny his sermon his and continue with my words: “Can I allow a man who endangered my women and sent them out to kill? I won't stand for it.
It can be expected that Anna, Kohary, Raveh and the others have already evacuated to the interior. There should be no civilian officials in Nambonan City who would cut corners in that area.
However, they may have missed the opportunity and failed to escape. They may be trembling with fear of the aristocrats' murderous intent to attack Nambonan City.
He was not so angry that his mind went blank, but he was really angry with a smoldering anger.
But……
'And that makes you a man? What kind of face do I have to face Anna, Kohliy, and Raveh with? If I can't stand up to them here, I'm going to lose confidence in myself as a man.'
The knights were at a loss for words.
I'm not that sensitive, to tell you the truth. If I lose my confidence, I'll probably ask him to comfort me in bed.
But the worried knights were afraid that I would become negative toward women because of this incident.
I said something that they would have a hard time dealing with.
Besides, I had a plan.
I took the contents from the cloth bag in my pocket and handed it to Gatoren.
It was the new manaral crystals from the city of Nambonan. One the size of an AA battery, it was already filled with my magic power.
The manaral mine, now owned by the Quardenze family, was already back in operation.
If you think I am in danger, feel free to use it. Even the main ancestor could be harmed. If it is a surprise attack, so much the better.”
This was to persuade the knight, but it was also necessary for my own peace of mind.
I am afraid of single combat, after all. I want to make sure that I have a good insurance policy.
The knight Gatoren received the manaral crystal and his eyes widened as soon as he saw the enormous amount of magic power contained in it.
But using such a move will damage…… The young man's reputation.
There is nothing wrong with it.
It is not a matter of logic that there is no cowardice or shit in the game. Even if he were to win by surprise, there would be no problem.
If we win this, who …… Is going to believe the Spiaseiks?”
The Spiaseiks' strategy has already failed.
They have lost knights, they have lost military officers, and they have failed to capture the city.
Here the Spierzeiks say, “Our boy was killed by surprise. The Quardenze knight interrupted him in the middle of single combat. The Quardenze Wilk is a coward.
Would anyone really believe that?
Oh,…… He must be claiming that his opponent was a coward to cover up the fact that the operation failed……. The reality of a great defeat turns even the truth into a falsehood .
It is the victor, Quardenze, who makes up the facts, and killing Verrett through cowardice will not bring it to light. No, it will be put away as the nonsense of the losers.
I, of course, spread that fabricated truth. I will use the network of Nambonan merchants to spread the pathetic and miserable lies of the Spierzeik family throughout the continent.
The more noise the Spierzeik family makes, the more they become a laughingstock to everyone around them.
When I explained the reason, the knight Gatoren started looking for a counterargument, but it never came up.
Considering the large number of Quordenze soldiers deployed around me and the presence of manaral crystals for surprise attacks, they thought that even if I was outnumbered, they could rescue me before I received a fatal wound.
The main ancestor has a strong life force and will not die so easily unless he is very careless.
I understand.
The seesaw of whether or not to engage in single combat tilted toward the “Yes” Side.
I could not imagine that I would lose considering the amount of magical power I had, even if I was outnumbered, I could stop Veretto with a surprise attack, he could rescue me in the search, my ancestor's vitality was not low enough to be killed Instantly, a surprise victory would have no negative impact, and I might become impotent if I backed out at this point. An irreversible blow. …… These are the ingredients that put me on the side of acceptability.
The weight of this seemed to be able to change the knight's judgment as well.
Knight Gatoren, escort.”
Ha!”
I returned the knight's and the military officer's prayerful glances with a clenched fist and pulled back on the reins.
You've come out, Quardenze.
Slowly, as if taking each step, I moved forward under the gaze of the soldiers.
The two armies were staring at each other side by side, as if they were playing a game of “Hanaichimonome” (Flower contest) over and over again.
At the border between the two armies was a 200-meter blank space, where two men were riding and waiting.
I turned my eyes toward the young man and strengthened my vision to confirm his appearance.
Spierzeig Verret.
He is the eldest son of the Spierzeig family and a nobleman who has been nominated as the next head of the family.
His sharp eyes and thin eyebrows give him an impression similar to that of a sharp blade.
Perhaps it is because I recognize him as an enemy, but I honestly don't think he is someone I can get along with.
The word “Pissed off young man” Popped into my head, perhaps because of the angry threats that have grown stronger since I showed up.
The man next to me is a knight.
Gatoren, the knight, stands next to me and tells me the name of the family of the man standing next to Verret.
I let it sink in and focused on Verret again.
Just as no one cares about the claws of a cat next to a tiger, no one cares about a mere knight in front of the overwhelming presence of the Lord's ancestors.
I stopped my horse when I was only 25 meters from Verret.
Thanks for waiting, Spierzeig.
Following Verret's lead, I activate my loudspeaker magic. My voice spread like an outdoor speaker.
The surrounding soldiers seemed to be watching the conversation between the nobles with bated breath, and a strange silence enveloped the area as they exchanged words.
As we continued our checks and balances in the name of greetings, Verret spat in an exasperated tone.
You're playing it easy, ……, Aren't you?
I'm not playing coy.
I stopped speaking and spread my arms out in an exaggerated manner before continuing.
I'm just relaxed.
In response to these words, Verret lost the expression he had been keeping on his face and became angry.
Don't be conceited, you worm!
The soldiers around him fell silent for a moment, frightened by the thick magic of anger that overflowed from him.
Verret's anger seemed to be at its peak.
I moved my head so that Verret could see it and looked at Gatoren, the knight next to me. Weak child who depended on the knight to make the crucial decisions.
Verret, who as expected did n't miss it, was in an amusingly good mood and raised his high voice.
Haha! It's my luck that I came out here with hubris!'
I didn't expect Spierzeig to point out my lack of luck.
There's nothing more stupid than a child's vanity!
If Verret dies here, the rest of the knights in Spierzeig's army are on course for martyrdom.
This means the complete destruction of the Spiaseik army that was responsible for the invasion of Nambonan City.
To be honest, I did not expect this guy to ride so well, so I can say that I was very lucky. The Spierzeiks, on the other hand, were not so lucky.
Don't think you can get away with this, Quardenze Wilck!
With a loud cry, Verret raised his spear high into the sky.
On the continent of Eluo, when challenging to a duel, one does not throw down the glove.
Basically, it is a very straightforward “Kill to win,” But there is only one move to start the fight.
The only move that is certain is the opening move, in which the contestant raises his or her weapon and loudly announces his or her name, affiliation, and who he or she is challenging to a duel.
He who will succeed to the protection of the great Vojstra! Spierzeik Verret, heir to the Spierzeik family! I challenge Quardenze Wilk to a duel!
The Quordenze and Spierzeig commoners began to roar with excitement at the prospect of a duel between the nobles.
Verret checked the excitement of the soldiers who had turned into spectators, and continued in a voice just loud enough to reach us.
If you run away, I will cut your back.
Just because you are offered a duel does not mean you have to accept it.
In fact, it is not necessary for the other party to agree to a request for a duel.
Even if I stand there silently, Verret will probably slash at me sooner or later.
Even if I refuse, if the other party attacks me, I have no choice but to fight.
“Whew…….”
I sighed deeply, gripped my spear tightly, and held it right beside me. It is similar to a bunt stance, except that I am not leaning forward with my face close to it.
When I assume this posture and say that I will accept a duel, the single combat begins in both name and reality.
As the protector of Nambonan, I will strike down the bandits!” The Quardenze Wilk, heir to the House of Quardenze! Here I come!
As soon as he finished, the horses of both sides started to ride, neither one ahead of the other.
The knight Gatoren, and the knight accompanying Verett, remained on standby as the main players in this battle moved closer to the center of the spotlight.
I guess they both thought things were going their way, and although I was hiding it, there was a smile on the other's face.
Verrett takes a stance to spear me, and I swing my spear wide like a hitter aiming for a home run.
Quordenzhee!!!!”
I kneaded my magic while receiving the wave of Verret's killing intent.
Since arriving on this battlefield, I had never issued a serious threat.
If we were to engage in single combat, I had planned to activate it at the moment we crossed spears to fluster my opponent.
Yes, it was all for this moment.
I know because I received it just a few moments ago. Verret's threat was slight, but there was enough pressure to make me cower.
And Verret had yet to be intimidated by me.
—I'm going to kill him.
I mixed my blackest emotions into my magic and emitted them out of my body with all my might.
What?
Instantly, I felt a vicious wave of energy radiate through the earth.
The battlefield, crowded with tens of thousands of soldiers, was enveloped in a silence that froze even time.
My immense magical power and killing intent successfully succeeded in stiffening Verrett's body.
The world is gray, less than a few tenths of a second.I aim the tip of my swinging spear at Verret's neck and swing my armhis.
In the frozen time, the tip of my spear curves forward.
“Gugu.”
What exactly did Verret want to say with those words?
But I will never know. The tip of the spear cuts right across the source of the voice.
The sensation of cutting through the flesh of the ancestor, transmitted to the palm of the hand of him.It was like breaking a piece of rubber that had been hardened to the utmost limit.
As if to shake off the unpleasant sensation of the life force and pulsating pulse of the ancestor, I swung the spear to the end.
I swung the spear as if at an angle, and Veretto's head was launched high into the sky. If it were a baseball, it would have been a pitcher's fly.
It's hard.
Looking at the blood-colored tip of the spear, the metal was rotting as if it had been scorched.
Maybe I wanted to distract myself from the fact that I had directly killed a human being with a weapon rather than magic, I said to myself, without saying a word to anyone.
No one could utter a word, and we could only look at the object that had been launched into the evening sky.
When the head his, which had attracted the attention of the crowd, hit the ground, Verret's torso sly fell from the horse, as if the impact had been felt.
As one might expect, even the ancestors could not live if the head and torso were severed.
The head rolling on the sunset-tinted earth, the crumpled shell of Veretto, the time moves again as all is revealed.
Now the finishing touches must be made.
'Annihilate them! Smash the Spierzeig!'
Before I can finish, the sound of explosions echoes from the surrounding area.
The target was the Spiaseik army's foot soldiers.
Most of the enemy commoners seemed to have been knocked unconscious by my threats at close range, and could not even serve as a wall.
Since the Kuordentsek army outnumbered me in the simple number of soldiers as well as in the number of followers, they would not be defeated even without my reinforcements.
I hope you are all right.
The knight Gatoren approaches me.
The knight who was with Verret had been attacked by another soldier.
I'm fine,” He said. We haven't been attacked at all.
He was so close to the menace. You have to lift the curse immediately.
My opinion was silenced, and the knight immediately cast a counterspell.
One of the troublesome aspects of fighting against people with magic power is that the residue of magic power accumulates in the body.
In a battle in which magic is used against each other, even if the wounds are healed, there is still a residue of foreign magic power in the body, which in turn can cause poor physical condition.
This ailment is not limited to after the battle, but as one ages, the adverse effects come back like old wounds, causing pain in the body and making it impossible to move satisfactorily.
This is especially true when it comes to battles between ancestors, which can leave a person paralyzed if not treated properly.
For the ancestors who have always been in good health, the physical condition caused by residual magical power is, in a sense, the only disease they have, and is greatly feared.
This is also the reason why he is cautious about fighting against noblemen, even though he is a nobleman who is willing to fight against magical beasts.
To put it simply, spell breaking magic is a magic that removes the residual magic from the body, and by performing it before it takes root in the body, the effects can be lessened.
It seems that there is no magic residue at the level of intimidation, but it is important to make sure that it is handled properly in consideration of old age.
Unfortunately, I had to have someone other than myself do this, so I decided to ask the knight Gatoren to do it for me.
I'm going to move backwards to make sure the spell is correctly cast.
I'm a little tired.
I was mentally exhausted from running all day and standing around with my ancestor, even though I was confident that I could win.
Besides, I still had the sickening feeling of having cut Verrett's flesh in the palm of my hand.
I left the battle line with the knight Gatoren leading the way.
A tent had been set up in the center of the position set up by the main force defending the city of Nambonan.
As soon as knight Gatoren and I entered the tent, the military officers adopted a posture of bowing with a sense of composure.
The battle situation was completely in the Quardenze's favor.
With the death of Verret, the general in command, the knights were prepared to die as martyrs, but they were outnumbered and fell one after the other.
The morale of the Spierzeig soldiers was completely shattered, and those who were conscious only fled to avoid being caught up in the fighting of the squires.
Long live Nambonan!
Long live Quordenze!
Long live the mayor!
Hurrah!
I sat down in the chair provided for me, listening to the distant shouts of victory from the Quardentse army.
Young master, here you are.”
He handed me a cup of slightly lukewarm tea. I took a sip and realized that I was thirsty, so I immediately asked for another cup.
……Are those guys all right?”
They're just unconscious, they'll wake up soon.”
The tent was one step ahead of the Wilk's troop of military officers.
The first thing to do is to make sure that you have a good idea of what you're getting into.
If you look at the bodies of the military officers lined up like tuna in a fish market, you can see their chests moving as they breathe. I was relieved to see that they did not seem to be dead.
Well done, young master!”
The military officers who had brought refills of tea were all too eager to tell the whole story of the duel.
It is not every day that a nobleman and an aristocrat duel each other.
For the military officers who longed for strength, the duel was unsettling, but it also touched their heartstrings.
He was anxious, but at the same time, it touched his heart.I will not allow myself to be distracted on the battlefield.Do not forget that the general is still fighting in the west.
“Ha! I beg your pardon!
The knight Gatoren, who put his hand on my back and cast a spell, gave me a glare, and the military officers quickly went back to their work.
Now that complete victory in Nambonan City was confirmed, we must not let our guard down. They would not be leaving immediately because of preparations, but they would also have to reinforce their grandfather afterwards.
While we were having a simple meal with tea, a military officer came from outside the tent.
It seemed that he was reporting on the war situation, but he did not seem to be in a hurry and even seemed to be relaxed.
He did not seem to be in a hurry and even seemed to be relaxed.
How is the battlefield?
I'm sorry, ……! I would like to report on the battle situation. We have taken all the commoners prisoners, and have succeeded in capturing a few Spierzeig knights and military officers.
“Oh, so there are some famous people here.”
Basically, knights and military officers are often killed on the spot.
If this were a historical simulation game where the goal is to unify the country, it would be possible to promote the captured military officers, but this is not possible on the continent of Eluo.
Because of the lineage relationship between the main and second ancestors, nobles and knights have a pseudo parent-child relationship, and a son will never betray his parents.
Even if a Spierzeig knight says, “I'm going to turn over because the main family is about to lose,” My father, of course, would not trust him, nor would I. Deep down inside, the Spierzeig family is a family that is not a family. Deep down, he must have sworn allegiance to the Spierzeig family.
If the Spierzeik family is willing to pay a high ransom for a knight or a military officer, they may take him as a prisoner of war, but it is troublesome to manage a squire's prisoner of war because you never know when he may escape unless you seal him with a magical seal.
The fact that they went to the trouble of capturing him means that there must have been a useful knight.
No, they are not prisoners of war, but for interrogation. We may be able to find out the whole plan of the Spierzeig family.
It's a long shot, though, the military officer said.
Considering the loyalty of the knights, they are not likely to talk so much when tortured. At least I don't think he'll throw up in a day or two.
You might be able to get him to talk after you've driven him to the brink of death for several days, but that would take too long.
So, they decided to just listen to him for the time being, and if not, they would kill him.
One of them is a prisoner of war.
Another military officer who was listening to the conversation added from the side.
“What? There was a woman?
As an exception, there are cases where even knights and military officers are taken captive.
In order to increase the number of squires without nobles, it is necessary to conduct breeding activities with both squires.
A squire woman born into a knightly family is expected to produce children anyway in order to protect the family.
The male squire's libido is almost the same as that of a commoner, so at worst, one male squire is all that is needed.
Therefore, a captive female squire is useful as a child-bearing machine.
What knight are you?
Knight Sycina on.
I knew the name of the Sikinaon family, but I had a feeling that the current knight was a man.
I said what I felt, and the military officer immediately responded.
I guess they have no more candidates because General Gulfis defeated the knight Sikinaon in succession. It seems that there are not enough squires to make a young girl a knight.
“Oh,……”
Only a squire can become a knight.
The knights who support the Spierzeig family, which is still outnumbered, also seem to be having a hard time.
What is your name?
“Sikinaon Rose. Shall I take you to ……?
He is a military officer who can really read the air.
He must have been a military officer in Nambonan, so he must have heard somewhere that I was fond of women.
When I answered yes to his question, several military officers brought the knight Sikinaon in without a pause.
His armor he was blackened and chipped in places, as if he had been burned His cloak he was half burned off, as if he had been hit by fire magic.
His thighs and flanks he was covered with blood, as if he had been wounded during capture.If it weren't for his physical strength his, he would have been too seriously injured to move.
'In the presence of the young master!
The warrior kicked the knight Sikinaon roughly in the head, causing his helmet to come off and roll away. A clank, clank, clank, and the sound of metal was heard frequently.
The long hair that had been stored inside the helmet fell to the ground as the helmet came off.
It was beautifully long blonde hair, which was not appropriate for the battlefield.
The warrior grabbed the hair as if he were holding a rope and pulled it forcibly, forcing her to turn her face toward me.
The knight Sikinaon was a young girl, perhaps eighteen years old.
Her armor made it difficult to see the lines of her body Her, but at a quick glance, she was a slender beauty If I had to choose between cute and beautiful, I would say she was definitely a beauty.
Her sharp jawline and strong-willed silver eyes are beautiful.
This is a top ball.
I can feel the excitement of the battlefield gathering between my legs.
Yes, I prefer the act of making a human being to the act of killing a human being.
The knight Shikinaon seems to have realized who I am.
He stared at me with a piercing gaze and let out a bitterly bitter word.
Damn……!”
