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“The operation is progressing smoothly. If things continue like this, it looks like the Guardian War will end soon. “That was a great command, warrior.”
Yorne, leader of the 1st Knights.
She took a short breath and smiled at the commander of this operation. She rarely acknowledges others, but she couldn’t do that even now.
A large-scale operation that took place in a situation where humanity’s most important forces, ‘Kyle Torben’ and ‘Raniel Van Trias’, could not be mobilized.
『Latenile Suhoden』
It was the man who sat in the position of general commander who made this operation, which everyone thought would fail, a success. Normally, he is hidden in the shadow of Kyle Torben and Galahal, the most heroic warrior, but…
‘A person called the most realistic warrior.’
Thinking that this man was also worthy of sitting in the position of a warrior representing humanity, Yorne said the man’s name.
“Thank you for your hard work, Destel.”
The most realistic hero, Destel.
He also responded to Yorne’s smile with a smile.
“It’s thanks to the 1st Knights holding up well. “It must have been a reckless operation, but thank you for following along.”
“Isn’t this a request from none other than the hero? “I just did my duty as a knight.”
A knight is the sword and shield of mankind, and a warrior is a hero representing mankind. So, it was considered natural for the knights to move at the hero’s command…
“Before being a warrior or a knight, I am grateful as a human being. What good are all titles? “I am grateful to you who carried out the operation without saying a word.”
Destel couldn’t help but say that.
He laughed bitterly as he continued to adjust the collar of his warrior’s uniform, as if he thought these clothes did not suit him.
“I guess I can finally take a breather.”
Destel let out a long breath and wiped the corners of his eyes. He relaxed and felt cold sweat running down his spine.
···A battlefield where dozens or hundreds of people die due to one’s own mistakes. The role of general manager of the battlefield was an extremely heavy burden for a young man who worked at a theater company in a small town and dreamed of becoming an actor.
‘Still, did you somehow manage it…’
Destel stood on top of the castle wall and looked down at the knights. Those who believed in his command and followed him. Seeing the blood and sweat they shed, Destel was truly relieved that it had not been in vain.
“Anyway, it’s a burdensome position.”
“···Is that so?”
“No matter how I look at it, I feel like this is not the place for me.”
Yorne tilted her head at Destel’s muttering. She asked, blinking her eyes.
“So, who should be sitting there?”
“Who is it? “Noble people like you.”
Destel leaned against the castle wall and pointed at Yorne.
“People like you who stand here with the sole intention of serving humanity. “This is the place where a noble person like that should sit, who has trained himself with a sword since he was young to be able to stand on the battlefield.”
Destel laughed bitterly.
“Not some kid from the countryside like me who got powers by chance.”
“I don’t think so.”
“uh? what?”
“I told you I didn’t think that was the case.”
Yorne spoke clearly.
“Is there any need to put yourself down like that? In my opinion, you are a suitable person for the position.”
“···I?”
“Do I really need to say it with my own mouth?”
She laughed bitterly.
“I cannot command them like you do. This operation could not have been successful. Thanks to you. “We were able to protect this place, the main base of humanity.”
“In the first place,” she said.
“Isn’t it even more amazing that you, who were not trained as a knight… and, to borrow your words, were an ordinary person from a small town, are standing here?”
“···Is that how it works?”
“A weak, ungrateful human being carries out his responsibilities even while trembling in fear. Isn’t this a great story? At least I think so.”
Destel couldn’t look straight at Yorne, who was smiling so brightly. Destel turned his head as if he was embarrassed and cleared his throat a couple of times.
“It’s an honor. “I heard all these things from the leader of the 1st Knights.”
“Yes, me too…”
That was the moment when Yorne was about to continue speaking.
Yorne’s body stiffened. Destel’s head, noticing the strange incident, also turned around. What the two are looking at is beyond the castle wall.
···The horizon was dyed black.
The black horizon was approaching at high speed. Like waves crashing in. The two realized the identity of the black horizon that was surging in, swallowing up the corpses of the demonic beasts that filled the plain.
“Black… inside, dog”
Yorne muttered in a trembling voice.
It’s as if he doesn’t want to believe it even though he says it himself. Belatedly, an electric sound rang loudly in the ears of the two people.
「···A black fog is rolling in.」
“In the fog, there are countless demonic beasts.”
Demon beast. black fog.
It is like a symbol of an apostate.
Destel’s eyes wavered. Black fog? Why is the apostate here? This is the moment when Destel is about to hurriedly give an order. It was a moment when I was trying to judge something.
“As a result of confirmation, there are five crustaceans.”
Destel’s thoughts stopped.
“what?”
Five crustaceans.
Five crustaceans that even the sword master Kuntel could only deal with one or two. Are you going to deal with it with just the people gathered in this castle?
Kugugoogung.
The ground was shaking.
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A black fog was approaching. Destel was unable to open his mouth for only a few seconds at most. However, for some people, those few seconds are more than enough time to make a decision.
“Shoot,” Yorne grabbed Destel’s wrist.
“Run away, Destel.”
She made a choice.
“We will take care of this place.”
she smiled
“I was also honored to be able to serve you. Mr. Destel.”
Destel stared blankly at her back as she ran down the castle wall. Immediately after, the castle wall collapsed with strong shaking. What appears between the collapsing castle walls is a crustacean.
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Along with the roar of the crustacean, fog rolled into the castle’s interior. Rolling fog. A crustacean digging into the ground. A ringing land. Knights who lose their balance and fall. A black fog that engulfs the knights. A huge crustacean that bounces while digging into the ground.
Blood.
Screaming.
Flesh.
Death was overflowing.
* * *
The Latte Nile Suho Battle was a failure.
Destel survived by sacrificing most of the people there. Most of his troops stationed on the Later Nile were killed. Only a very small number of them survived and returned to base.
When they returned, Destel left the barracks and walked aimlessly toward the returnees.
“······.”
Blood, screams, moans, wounded soldiers.
Destel walked among the dying people. The commander who abandoned them and ran away, what kind of face is he showing here?
Destel felt disgusted with himself.
However, despite such disgust, no one criticized Destel. The moment they met Destel’s eyes, they simply bowed their heads in silence. All I could say was, “I’m glad I survived.”
I don’t blame anyone. No one even cast a glance of resentment. That fact made Destel even more distressed.
The inside of my mouth was dry.
Destel walked around the barracks where the wounded soldiers lay like a man out of his mind. Among them, I saw a familiar armor pattern. It was the armor of the 1st Knights.
“one.”
To the knight who lost his arm.
Destel continued as he held on to the knight who could no longer hold a sword, could no longer stand on the battlefield, and would no longer be a knight.
“Just ask one question.”
“···Please speak, Mr. Destel.”
“The leader of the 1st Knights, Yorne…”
“He died in battle.”
My mouth was burning.
“I’m sorry.”
“···no.”
After letting go of the knight, Destel escaped from the barracks. Walking among the knights, Destel gathered information. they said
The leader of the 1st Knights, Yorne, replaced Destel as commander. He teamed up with his companions, the Holy Spear and Gala Hal, to resist the crustacean.
The knights unanimously said that she remained in Latte Nile Castle until the end. The more he listened to them, the harder Destel’s face became.
-Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
-You have to tear it off. Because the wound was contaminated…
-Pain pain, pain relief spell…
Screaming. Moan.
-···Wrong.
-The contamination has progressed so much…
-The response was delayed…
Death, the inaudible sound of breathing.
Knights who cry out in sorrow before death. A mourning priest and a cry that cannot be held back.
No matter where you look, no matter where you set your gaze.
There was only blood there.
There were countless people who shed their blood for him. Noble people who had spent their entire lives honing their skills, people who were better than themselves, shed blood and died. The blood they shed caught Destel’s ankle.
“······.”
Destel stopped in place.
In the midst of the wounded soldiers, he looked at his feet. He saw the star robe he had draped over his shoulders. Things that are like symbols of warriors. Things that make them willing to shed blood.
···Sincerity probably has no weight.
Now this sincerity felt so heavy. Destel took off his cloak without saying a word. There are knights in front of Destel, who walks with a vain look in his eyes. There was Galahal.
Galahal was comforting the knights.
Even though he lost his comrade, he was cheering on the knights and smiling at them, saying he would try harder next time.
Next to him is Knight Commander Heinkel.
Heinkel also shouted the following, declaring that your sacrifice was infinitely noble and that he would definitely repay you for that sacrifice.
“iced coffee···.”
Looking at them.
Even though he knew he shouldn’t do this, a smile formed on Destel’s lips. Destel felt a terrible sense of alienation from them.
How is that possible?
It was a successful operation. It was truly a perfect operation, controlling all variables and using every possible tactic to reduce sacrifice. Even if we were to set up a plan bigger than this, we couldn’t do it.
The operation was a success. Success was at hand.
What toppled it all?
It was a disaster. It was an army of apostates. Humans were helpless in the face of disaster. The plans that humans built up with infinite precision, the effort and sacrifice they put in, were of no value in the face of disaster.
…A feeling of discomfort I’ve always felt.
…But there is a question that I have been ignoring for a long time.
At this moment, Destel’s head was filled with thoughts. So much so that I can’t erase it. I know it shouldn’t be like this, but to the point where her voice leaks out of her mouth.
“It’s a whim.”
Destel muttered. Without power.
“At best, it’s just a whim.”
What leaks out of the mouth once opened is the poison that Destel has harbored. It is the sorrow I have endured. Concise language poured out.
“It’s of no use whatsoever. There is no need for strategies, tactics, or anything. “If you push through, it’s over.”
Yorne, leader of the 1st Knights.
Even in Destel’s opinion, she was a capable person. She was a noble person who could not even be compared to herself. She was an infinitely shining human being. Even such a shining human, she sheds blood for herself, a warrior. sacrifices her life
So, is there value in the blood they shed and their lives?
If you save me
If I survive on their behalf.
Can I achieve something?
“whim. “On a battlefield that can only be maintained by the whims of disaster…”
Destel groaned.
It wasn’t. There is no way it can be achieved.
“What is the meaning of a battlefield like this?”
Destel slowly raised his head.
There is Galahal looking at him. There is a knight commander looking at him. There are countless articles. Destel let out a laugh as he received their cold gaze.
Even though I know I shouldn’t.
A voice came out of Destel’s mouth.
“What on earth does it mean?”
Everyone is crazy.
That’s what Destel thought that day.
One.
Forgotten gods of old are coming. Abaddon, the owner of the cursed land, stirs. The overwhelming force of enemies filling his field of vision… made Destel recall the scenery of that day.
“······.”
Destel’s gaze wavered.
Destel inadvertently took a step back. But he took a step back at best. Unable to step back any further, De Stell slowly turned his head back.
“Bell, Belnoa…!”
“Wow, keup…”
There, Belnoa stands up, coughing up blood. However, Belnoir rarely maintains balance. The young man who was running ahead of Destel is now standing behind him.
···Destel looked ahead again.
There are juniors behind me.
There are a lot of huge enemies in front of me. Will he be able to stop their advance, even for a moment? I didn’t think that was possible. really.
“what···.”
Destel muttered in a trembling voice.
“copy. Immortal…”
Being a coward, he once again tries to hide himself by imitating others. However, the fluttering sincerity soon subsided. The Shroud does not answer Destel’s call.
Because I’m not sure. Because Destel can’t play the immortal Tritan. At this moment, even Destel himself is convinced that it is impossible.
Therefore, the shroud does not respond to its owner’s call. Destel’s hands trembled. If you don’t imitate someone’s power… all you have here is a shabby coward.
A coward who can’t do anything alone. A servile coward who has neither the courage to run away nor the courage to move forward.
“Oh, please, why…”
Destel grabbed his clothes tightly.
His eyes were trembling. With his heart pounding like crazy, Destel clenched his upper and lower teeth.
Isn’t it my turn to step forward?
Shouldn’t we step up to the plate for our juniors?
You are a warrior, so shouldn’t you?
Destel hopes that he too can overcome his fears and move forward like the heroes in fairy tales. However, a person who has lived his entire life as a coward can hardly shake off his fear.
I’m afraid of death.
I’m afraid of those giant enemies.
I’m so scared that I can’t bear it.
···Characters in fairy tales, stories, and heroic tales risk their lives so easily. In most cases, there is no sentence describing their fears, and if they do, it is only one or two lines.
But this is not the case with Destel.
‘please···!’
If I were to describe the inner self of a single person here, I could fill dozens of pages with fear alone. All sorts of thoughts come to mind and I find myself out of breath.
“That’s not a blessing, it’s a curse.”
What lingers in my ear is a story I once heard.
“You poor kid.”
An apostate I encountered one day.
She whispered into Destel’s ear while stroking his scared cheek.
“The power you have is a curse.”
“It is a very terrible curse for a coward, a child who cannot become a hero, and a child who cannot shine.”
The apostate prophesied on the spot.
“You will run away until the very end.”
“And you will hate it.”
“This curse you call a blessing.”
Destel looked ahead with trembling eyes.
There was a giant with its feet raised.
“···ah.”
The giant put his foot down.
The ground shook with a loud roar.
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