Children of the Holy Emperor Chapter 103

§ 103. Ortona Civil War (2)

After that day, Gael often saw Kike hanging out with his new mercenary.

The mercenary was a boy called Bart, and he was a guest member of the Astros mercenary group that had recently joined. He is the boy with unusual qualities that Gael had noticed before.

Kike followed the mercenary all day like a chick chasing its mother hen.

Maybe it was natural.

There were no children of the same age in the Republican camp, and the child’s father, Prince Benicio, was either in a strategy meeting or holding a bottle of alcohol.

The problem may have been that the young friend Kike found was acting older than the other adult mercenaries.

“Isn’t it troublesome if your anger leads to self-destructive behavior like this just because things don’t go as planned?”

“I know that? My brother says really difficult things sometimes. He said he wasn’t sure what he wanted to say.”

“… This means that if you carelessly throw the weapon at your feet because it is hooked, you will get hurt.”

The boy sighs as he scolds Kike, who is sitting on the floor.

When Gael got closer to see what was going on, he saw that the child’s shin had been cut quite deeply and blood was flowing. She has marks where something has scratched her hard.

When the hook of the dagger got caught in the scabbard and would not come out, he threw it in a fit of anger, and it bounced and ended up hitting his shin, Kike explained sheepishly.

“Kike, let’s go back to the prince’s barracks and deal with him… … .”

As he was saying that, an unbelievable sight unfolded before Gael’s eyes. Bart’s hand came up on the child’s wound, and soon a sacred white light appeared on it.

Kike’s shin became healthy in an instant.

‘… ‘Holy power?’

Didn’t this boy definitely say he was a prosecutor?

Unlike Gael, who was embarrassed, Kike stood up with a calm expression on his face. Perhaps something like this had happened often before.

“Thank you, brother.”

The child shook the dust off his pants and said hello.

“I need to quickly put the knife back before I get scolded. See you later then!”

Kike waved his arms and ran toward the barracks.

“… … .”

Gael, who was suddenly left alone with the boy, looked closely at this amazing boy with new eyes.

The more I looked at him, the more he seemed to have elements that didn’t fit together.

A wandering mercenary like a master from a noble family. An imperial person who speaks Ortona. A swordsman with divine power.

Gael couldn’t help but ask.

“You seem to be more skilled than my medical priest. “Why didn’t you become a priest?”

Then Bart, who looked at Gael with incomprehensible eyes for a moment, asked back.

“You have better writing skills than my staff. “Why didn’t you become a writer?”

This refers to the way Gael sometimes writes external propaganda on behalf of the staff who are distracted by the recent gloomy situation. Even though I thought to myself, it was pretty good.

No, no matter how much it is, you ask the strongest swordsman in the East and the youngest sword master on the continent why he picked up a sword?

“… “Did you read the propaganda?”

“I read it. It was prestigious. “Perhaps even if the situation of the Republicans had been a little better than it is now, a large number of royalist soldiers would have wanted to convert.”

“… … .”

In other words, the situation of the Republicans was so bad that they did not convert.

But isn’t this too harsh a remark in front of a general who is called the “last sword of the Republican Party”?

“It’s an extremely negative outlook. “We don’t know yet.”

“Perhaps there are no variables, General. “Everyone knows this.”

“However, many who sympathize with republican values ​​have not yet turned away from us. “Isn’t the Astros mercenary group you belong to also participating in the war against the Republicans under the support of Count Milo?”

“Count Milo only plays his given role appropriately. Do you really think he wouldn’t know the right time to get out?”

Now that I think about it, I remembered the words the boy told Kike not long ago. Did you say that Count Milo is on the side of the Merchant Union?

A wry smile appeared on Gael’s face. Deep down, he was guessing that might be the case.

“Is that so? Anyway, thank you for letting me know about his intentions in advance. “I’ll refer to it later.”

Then the boy closed his mouth and studied Gael’s face for a moment.

Then, he slowly raised his arm and then calmly placed his hand on the Sword Master’s shoulder!

“… … !”

Gael was even more embarrassed by his majesty.

The reason why Gael just watched what he did was probably because he had some kind of confidence that he could react to any unexpected situation.

Somehow, the boy’s behavior felt so natural.

Immediately, a bright beam of light exploded from Bart’s hand and enveloped his entire body. In an instant, the minor headaches and pain disappeared, and my musculoskeletal muscles felt refreshed.

It was a very refreshing experience for Gael, who had not had much to do with injuries since becoming an Auror user.

‘Is this what divine power actually feels like?’

And only then did Gael realize that his physical condition had not been very good recently.

Due to the heavy workload of running the front lines alone during the day and taking on some of the staff’s work at night, it has reached a point where even the sword master’s physical strength cannot handle it.

Bart pulled his hand away, turned away from him, and said,

“They mistakenly believe that they are sublimating excessive pressure into passion for the Republic, so they move their thoughts, and no matter how much they try to compensate for this, in the end, the Aurors cannot reach it.”

“… “What is that?”

Gael asked in confusion.

Kike was right about at least one thing. I can’t really understand what this boy wants to say.

Then Bart answered in a somewhat cold voice without even looking at him.

“It means you are needlessly foolish.”

“… … .”

Gael was speechless due to the sudden personal attack.

Anyway, what he felt from the boy who turned around was an unquestionable wave of sincerity.

* * *

Papa pa pa paak!

Arrows are raining down from all directions. Screams of despair echoed here and there.

Instead of returning fire, the archers on this side were in a hurry to find cover and hide themselves due to the barrage of arrows that the enemy soldiers who had occupied the hill were determined to hit.

“Didn’t you say you were withdrawing for supplies?”

Gaspar, an old republican general, screams like a scream.

Our soldiers, not many in number, were falling in vain.

Upon hearing a scout’s report that the enemy’s main force was preparing to withdraw, most of the right wing troops ran in triumphantly despite the terrain damage, resulting in defeat.

At least, damage that would never have been suffered if the enemy had attacked the nearby Castilian fortress.

However, the Count of Castile had no intention of giving up the fortress to the remnants of the Republican Party. He began to thoroughly crack down on the gates and be on the lookout for republicans.

In the end, the Republicans had to set up camp on a wide plain without any decent cover, and then had to deal with the royalist army that was constantly surging in.

Tired of the endless war of attrition, it was natural for them to force an unreasonable breakthrough to find a way out of the retreating front line.

“General Gaspard!”

A knight who was using a small cart as cover ran towards the old knight while the arrow rain slowed down for a moment.

“I can’t hold on like this! “We must retreat quickly!”

“Where? “Where are you retreating to?”

At the old knight’s question, the knight came to his senses and looked towards the southern plains.

The enemy’s main force, which they thought was withdrawing for supplies, suddenly appeared behind them. The right wing of the military was completely cut off from the central camp.

Floating. With the sound of drums, the royalist cavalry, with its morale high, is running towards them.

In the end, Gaspard’s unit ended up jumping into the enemy’s anvil and getting hammered.

The old knight gritted his teeth.

“If we don’t break through head-on to the hill where the enemy is few in number, we will be annihilated!”

“however… … .”

“Hold on just a little longer! We must move forward, at least one step further, towards higher ground! And soon He will come to your aid!”

At the old knight’s words, the knight’s shaking eyes regained focus. He nodded his head with a stern face and ran towards the archers to reorganize his lines again.

Gael Bertrand.

There was only one reason why the Republicans were able to maintain their camp on the Andres Plain for a long time despite the unfavorable war situation. It was the last sword of the Republican Party.

He always ran to the most vulnerable spot on the front line, and his mere presence became a strong deterrent to the enemy.

And sure enough.

Soon after, there was a small commotion in the rear of the enemy cavalry unit, which had been running towards them without wavering. This happened just before the clash with the right-wing camp led by Gaspar.

grasp!

A long blue auror blade flashed in the distance, creating a wave-like ripple.

“… General Gael!”

The speed of the enemy’s cavalry noticeably slows down. They were at a loss for a moment, not knowing whether to rush towards the isolated Republican army or turn back and fight off the Sword Master’s attack.

Meanwhile, the cold blue blade of the sword began slaughtering the enemy’s cavalry from the rear. Because it was cutting at such a fast speed, not a single scream could be heard.

Hee hee hee!

While the horses were shaking, the Sword Master rode his horse in a straight line, sweeping away the enemies on the left and right with a single sword, and crossed the exact center of the cavalry.

Finally, the chest of the knight at the forefront of the cavalry felt like it was being torn apart, and soon a middle-aged knight with a gentle appearance arrived in front of Gaspard.

The best prosecutor in the East.

It was a monster that did not even hesitate as it crossed the enemy’s cavalry from the center.

“General Gaspard.”

Gael spoke in a calm voice to the old knight, who was relieved that he had escaped annihilation thanks to his survival.

“The scout who brought information that the enemy was withdrawing was a Castilian spy. “I’m on my way now after executing him and reorganizing the central camp.”

“The Count of Castile, he… … .”

Gaspard’s eyes turned red.

I should have guessed it from the moment the territory was set up and locked. In the end, the Count of Castile joined the hands of the royalists.

From the front, he gave them a small amount of military supplies as if to appease them, and from behind, he was interfering with intelligence in the Andrés Plain, hoping that they would dry out and die!

Gael looked at the old knight who was trembling with anger for a moment, then turned around and said.

“Reorganize the army. Soon, a detachment coming from the center will deal with the cavalry. “We advance toward the high ground in that gap.”

The silver sword he was holding, Arjuna, still did not have a single drop of blood on it.

The old knight looked blankly at his sword and thought.

Come to think of it, General Gael was surprisingly good at catching spies like a ghost. As if he had a knack for reading people’s minds.

“Hahahahaha!”

At that time, a loud laugh was heard from afar.

The enemy’s cavalry, which had retreated hesitantly after confirming the presence of the Sword Master, once again caused great commotion. It was a central detachment that ran after Gael.

The cavalry line collapses in an instant.

In the meantime, a large man wielding a bastard sword with a distinct external energy appeared and was beating the cavalry excitedly. Most of the members of the detachment were a small mercenary group newly hired by one of their sponsors not long ago.

Justin, the leader of the Astros mercenaries, shouted energetically.

“Everyone, come at us! It’s a mission outside of the contract! “No matter how much it costs, General Hogu won’t be too picky about it!”

“Hogu… … .”

When the old knight looked up at Gael with a blank look on his face, he slowly averted his gaze to the side.

fantasy,