232. Defensive battle (5)
‘Why are you doing this all of a sudden? Now is a golden opportunity to find out the enemy’s identity!’
Seongjin became impatient and tried to appease the devil, but the bastard was still stubborn.
[Promise me you won’t open your spiritual eyes today! Otherwise, you won’t be able to enter the nest, no matter how beautiful, wonderful, and hard to see again!]
… It seems that he liked the decision to burn it more than he thought.
‘wait for a sec. It only takes a little while, right? Once this work is over, I will rest for a while, eat a lot of delicious food, and play a lot with you… … .’
[…] Hmm! If you thought you could tempt someone with something to eat, you were sorely mistaken! This body is not that clumsy beginner devil! He is the great Demon King of Gehenna!]
The Demon King emphasized that even a special bear meat steak with a fiery taste would be of no use.
In the process, specific foods such as lamb and lemon pine appear. These are probably the things that left a particular impression on him.
First, Seongjin roughly put the food pouring out at random into his head and then spoke.
‘Even if you don’t tell me, I’m taking care of my condition.’
[You are so real! Is this how it is managed now?]
‘Anyway, there’s no difference if I use my spiritual eyes for a little while longer.’
[Do not be ridiculous! Do I not know you? Are you the one to end it with that? Don’t you plan on moving the Glacher Troll by pulling out its soul like before, just to kill it right away? Or are you planning on sneaking out on your own later using Auror concealment and getting away with it?]
‘… … .’
Seongjin was speechless at the devil’s reply. Because his guess was exactly right.
Then the Demon King became angry.
[It’s someone else’s territory to begin with! Why do you, who have nothing to do with anything, have to sacrifice yourself for those pathetic bastards?]
‘… what?’
sacrifice? who?
Seongjin, who was confused, immediately put on a pitiful expression and looked into the sky, where he thought the Demon King was.
‘Am I crazy?’
What nonsense are you talking about?
This is not something incomprehensible like sacrifice or altruism. It’s just a pure pursuit of profit for myself.
[…] profit?]
okay. Think about it, devil.
All people of Sigismund are subjects of the empire. They are precious beings who protect the territory of Delcross and make a living by paying taxes to the Margrave, who I will continue to exploit.
In other words, they are my father’s property, and at the same time, they are the property of our royal family.
[Eh?]
In other words, their lives are all ‘mine.’
I’m trying to save some of my things, so what’s the problem?
[What on earth is that sophistry?]
The Demon King responded shakily, but Seongjin fiercely opened his eyes and glared at the shaking ice wall.
‘And the most important thing is that I feel very uncomfortable right now.’
I never let people touch what’s mine. I think I should vent my anger in moderation.
We’ll have to finish off the manipulator, or at least get one more Glacher Troll from them.
Otherwise, I feel like I’m going to die of fire at any moment!
[Tsk tsk, so what can you do with that dirty temper… … .]
‘What, man?’
However, Seongjin could not argue with the devil for very long. This is because Sir Ilma, who had roughly summarized the situation, came to the side with a worried expression.
“Sir, I’ve prepared a cart, even if it’s not perfect, so please come on up.”
“huh?”
“Your help has been more than enough. We, the Wolf Knights, will finish the rest. For now, please return to the territory with the Archduke.”
When I turned my head to see what she said, I saw that a Wolf Knight was indeed pulling something that looked like a cart. It’s big enough to be called a handcart, but small enough to be called a rear carriage.
Perhaps because it is an ice base where horses cannot communicate properly, it seems to be one of the main means of transportation used here.
Seongjin furrowed his eyebrows slightly.
“I’m fine, Lord Ilma. We can walk together.”
The intention of giving special treatment to the prince is good. Just imagining riding something like that is shameful.
“But, sir, you don’t look that good right now.”
“I’m a bit motion sick. It’ll get better if I walk.”
To be honest, wouldn’t it be strange if I didn’t get motion sick after riding on that big drop of shaved ice for half a day?
“Besides, isn’t it too unsightly? I’m done with it. What kind of idiot in this world would ride something like that?”
“…It’s one of the carts that the head of the family usually rides around in.”
“Huh. Isn’t this cushion really nice?”
Seongjin quickly sat down on the cart and said.
[…] Why are you suddenly acting so uncharacteristic of yourself? Change everything you say.]
‘There is no need to cause trouble with the Margrave now. He still has a lot to take in.’
I was willing to endure a bit of embarrassment for the immediate benefit.
Rattling.
Just like that, the cart Seongjin was riding began to move. As Orden and Sir Valery followed him, they naturally joined the ranks of the retreating troops.
Bingsu No. 1, No. 6, 7, and 8, roughly designated as a group, also slowly follow the troops.
Thump, thump, thump.
The soldiers, who were startled by the sound of those heavy footsteps, occasionally glanced sideways at the cart that Seongjin was riding.
However, even though the base was getting further and further away, Seongjin couldn’t take his eyes off the ice wall due to a sense of regret. Orden noticed his gaze and opened his mouth insinuatingly.
“Sir. Those hiding in the ice wall probably won’t come out anytime soon. There is no other way than to abandon the base, retreat, and reorganize a new front line. The number of Glacher Trolls has decreased significantly, so now the rear is completely left to the Wolf Knights. You can.”
“hmm…….”
That’s true though.
Seongjin quietly looked at the occasionally shaking ice wall with a sulky face.
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‘If I had killed the pilots while I was at it, I could have preserved the base like this… … .’
Because I don’t have the strength.
One step.
Because just one step is not enough.
“You have helped the territory enough. Aren’t the Lilium Detachment and Prince Logan joining us soon? The situation doesn’t seem to be that bad.”
No, Sir Valerie.
Thinking that this is not enough is the same as feeling deep inside that it is not enough.
We could have had a much better outcome.
“I owe you an immeasurable amount of debt. I don’t know how I can repay it all. I am in no mood right now and am saying foolish things, but soon the soldiers will realize how much of a favor they have been indebted to you.”
Orden, you simple bastard. Are you planning on digging up the entire territory and dedicating it to me?
You should learn from your father’s clever side. Aren’t you the next Margrave?
I was thinking about this while absentmindedly listening to the regular footsteps of the shaved ice makers, but at some point, I suddenly started to feel drowsy.
Well, I definitely feel a little more tired than usual.
‘Even though you have a younger body, you can’t lie about your age. I stayed up all night and suddenly got a ticket like this, won… … .’
As I was blinking, the two people’s voices ringing in my ears began to fade away.
-Grand Duke. Those Vinces, by the way. How about putting on the Sigismund family insignia? The hostility among soldiers will be greatly reduced.
-That sounds like a good idea. It would also be good to distinguish it from the enemy Glacher Troll. I will take action immediately when I return to the territory. By the way, how are you feeling?
-I took light action using divine power, but it might be better to show the priest right away when I return. Wasn’t it a difficult run for you and me? I don’t know how you, a novice Auror, have survived so far.
Then Seongjin unconsciously snorted in his sleep.
‘Don’t be funny, you kids. You guys are still a long way off compared to me. How dare you compare? Comparative quality. At least 640 more years… … .’
That was the last conversation Seongjin remembered.
Using the rocking of the cart as a lullaby, Seongjin fell asleep.
* * *
Deep coniferous trees beyond the snowfield.
A huge lycanthrope was looking down at a woman and growling. He was none other than Berseus, who borrowed the body of a new relative after losing Vajra.
[How can this happen? Isn’t it very different from the first story!]
Although his new main body was not a descendant of Nebraska, it was a useful family member with a decent lineage.
The sharp nails, like the blades of a wild beast, put terrible pressure on the woman, who looked infinitely thin compared to the lycan slope.
[Didn’t your master definitely say that? You can attack the empty canyon fortress, attack the territory, and use the momentum to attack the ice wall base from both inside and outside! Sigismund will be engulfed in flames at once!]
However, the woman did not even blink at the terrifying threat.
“Bethelah….”
Red lips draw a long arc under a deeply pressed hood.
“What he said was not wrong one bit. The canyon fortress was empty, and although the number was less than expected, the Glacher Trolls were well prepared.”
[But why… … !]
“What do you think is the reason why the plan went so wrong? Berseus. I think it’s because someone lost both the family and the ‘Ice Heart’ at the same time, and it ended up falling into the hands of the enemy.”
[…] … !]
“Who did you hand it to?”
Of the 25 Glature Trolls she collected over a long period of time, she only has 4 left.
The woman continued speaking while carefully rolling her ‘ice heart’ in her hand.
“You should know that it was a very important variable. So tell me, Berseus. Who on earth stole it from you?”
[…] The kid said he was of Nebraska descent.]
Berseus answered in a slightly uncertain voice.
When I think of that little bastard who mocked me for being a mongrel, my head still bleeds. But this incident was clearly his mistake.
But the woman who heard the answer tilted her head.
“A descendant of Nebraska? Well, I wonder what it will be like….”
[I could definitely feel the presence of Nebraska in him. Don’t you trust me?]
“No, I don’t think you missed the Nebraska trail. That’s a different matter.”
The woman continued her explanation, holding up her ice heart in front of her eyes.
“As you know, this is a product of the normal world. However, since this is not the normal world, only those with spiritual eyes can never see this. Controlling it is also completely impossible.”
[morning eyes… … .]
“Not only that. They must be able to strongly interfere with the ‘ice heart’ with just their thoughts. This means that they are not only possessing spiritual eyes, but are also able to move their thoughts freely to the extent of creating specific flame images in an instant.”
[…] … !]
A person who has spiritual eyes and is free from thoughts.
As far as Berseus knew, there was only one such person in Delcross.
[Has the guardian already returned?!]
But the woman shrugged her shoulders and smiled.
“Is that possible? You can’t even guess how much effort the master has put into this matter. The Guardian has been successfully defending the defense so far, so it seems like he has forgotten for a moment, but the ‘gap’ is not that easy to deal with. no.”
[if?]
“The cause and effect has gone awry somewhere we didn’t expect. Originally, the Sigismund Spirit should have completely turned into a sea of fire right now. If you are the one who moves that cause and effect and controls the thoughts, isn’t there only one left?”
Berseus does not specifically understand the ‘thoughts’ and ‘images’ that this woman speaks of.
However, when it comes to disrupting cause and effect, he also knew one thing.
[…] That evil thing intervened.]
“That’s right. [The Reserved One].”
Berseus remembered the face of the boy who had stopped him and cut off Vajra’s head with a single sword. Those cool gray eyes.
[okay. I said I’d seen it somewhere before, but that kid was the blemish on him.]
Berseus growled, showing his sharp fangs.
[I knew well that he was a terrible libertine, but how dare he mess with Lycanslope’s bloodline to create a child!]
“hmm?”
[…] hmm?]
And for a moment, Berseus and the woman tilted their heads side by side.
for a moment.
If she is the mother of ‘the one prepared’, isn’t she definitely the daughter of Grand Duke Asein? Could it be the lineage of Lycanslope?
After a moment of awkward silence, the woman sighed softly.
“Put aside that Nebraska thing for now. I don’t have time to focus on anything else right now. After all, once you start, you have to see some meaningful results, right?”
[If so, what do you plan to do now?]
“You continue to attack the ice wall. If my men proceed as planned, the third ice wall will collapse sooner or later. Then, you can lead the Lycan Slopes and attack the territory as is.”
[What are you doing?]
“In the meantime, I will harvest additional seeds planted by my master for future all-out war.”
Berseus clicked his tongue as if he was dumbfounded.
[They dug it up like that, but there are still Glacher Trolls left?]
“Hehe.”
Then the woman looked at Berseus and let out a light laugh.
“My master, the great [Sowing], there is no place in the world where he does not sow seeds. How can I fathom all the countless arrangements. Bethelah….”
fantasy,
