#32. 9. Lanfeld Mansion
A night street in Trist City covered in thick fog.
Five men were running through the alley. They were wearing leather armor, armed with daggers and other weapons, and had their faces hidden by masks, looking like typical thieves.
“Hurry up. We have to make it on time.”
“Yes, brother.”
Despite the extremely limited visibility, their movements were unrestricted.
Everyone seems familiar with the city’s geography and can easily traverse the fog and darkness of the night without the aid of any light source, such as a torch.
Eventually, the men reached a large mansion. It was so large that the ends of the walls extending to the left and right were obscured by fog.
One of those looking inside muttered nervously.
“As expected, the border is not ordinary.”
The building itself is quite elegant and old-fashioned, as would be expected given that it was originally the residence of the Counts of Trist.
However, the Lanfeld family that took over this place turned the elegant nobleman’s mansion into a sinister thieves’ fortress.
Originally, rose vines were supposed to climb up the fence beautifully, but now blades and shavings are stuck into the fence to guard against even the slightest intruders from the outside.
The elegant gardeners had pruned their branches heavily and erected a makeshift sentry post, where they stationed guards armed with crossbows.
Even the once splendid aristocratic garden was completely torn down. All the small ornamental trees were cleared away and turned into a parade ground.
This is a measure to ensure that nothing remains to obstruct the view.
One of the men sighed.
“Raiding this place… … No human in their right mind would do that, right?”
The other man responded in a scolding tone.
“We’re not asking you to climb over the wall, are we? We just need to make as much noise as possible.”
Of course, even that would require risking one’s life, but that was something I had already prepared for.
Because they were all remnants of the Flad family who had lost their families and comrades to the Lanfeld family.
The new head of the family, Sildera, gathered the remaining 20 elite members of the family and spoke.
-The night of revenge has come.
The detailed plan was not explained. Those gathered also deliberately did not listen.
Only those who were experienced enough to know that the more people who knew about a plan, the higher the chance of failure.
Just trust in Gaju and move according to plan. And hope that her plan works.
Hiding in the shadows, they continued to wait.
The fog is thick, making it difficult to see the position of the moon, and church bells do not ring at night like this.
The only thing that can measure time is one’s own senses.
“Okay, by now everyone is in their positions.”
The middle-aged man gestured.
“Get started.”
The other man took a bottle from his bosom. It was a Molotov cocktail filled with fuel.
“Those vile Lanfeld bastards… … .”
He smiles with a smile of conversion and immediately lights it and throws it.
“Hey, go eat some shit!”
There was a loud bang and flames shot up. There was a commotion inside the wall.
“It’s an attack!”
“To power position!”
***
No matter how strong Karnak’s party is, it is dangerous to attack the enemy’s base head-on.
So Alius brought the Flad family into his fold.
It was a diversionary operation where decoy troops would create a commotion on all sides and take advantage of the commotion to enter the interior.
“I was honestly disappointed that there were only 20 people… … .”
Karnak looked surprised as he watched the situation.
“You’re doing much better than I expected.”
There was a commotion all around the Lanfeld mansion, to the east, west, south, and north.
Masked men keep throwing firebombs and shooting flaming arrows.
The target is a wooden outpost.
Since it is not a sturdy object, it catches fire quickly.
And it subsides quickly.
“Huh! Did you think we weren’t prepared for that?”
It is common sense to set up a magic barrier in key locations to protect against fire.
There are also 3rd circle wizards residing in the Lanfeld mansion, so you can’t start a fire with just a Molotov cocktail.
Well, it didn’t matter.
The important thing is not to start the fire, but to try to start it.
“What kind of people dare!”
“I’ll show you the power of Lanfeld!”
Soon armed men poured out from all over the mansion.
After taking control of the city and standing in the position of the victor, even the lowly privates were all very proud.
Of course, that doesn’t mean that the military discipline is particularly strict. About half of them will have red faces from alcohol.
“Oh, shit! I’m having a good time drinking, what kind of guys are these?”
If they were living honestly in the first place, they wouldn’t be here. They were originally living a life of debauchery in the back alleys, so they ended up here.
But surprisingly, he shows quite a bit of skill even when he’s drunk.
“Ugh! These damn kids!”
“I will kill you!”
If a seasoned warrior is someone who constantly polishes himself and maintains his physical condition in the best possible way through moderation, then a seasoned thug is someone who drinks and plays around but then immediately comes to his senses and demonstrates his abilities when something happens.
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Everyone bravely fought even while drunk.
“Die, you bastards!”
“You guys are the ones who should die! You dirty Lanfeld bastards!”
Soon a clash ensued and a fight broke out.
The sound of clashing swords, screams, groans, shouts and howls filled the night fog.
“Eww!”
“Taaaaat!”
All of this is reflected in a huge bowl of water. This is Liltane’s far-sighted water magic.
Currently, Karnak’s party was hiding on the roof of a three-story building located one block away from the Lanfeld mansion. From here, they were surveying the overall situation.
Serati said, clicking her tongue.
“Tsk tsk, there’s not even one person who knows how to use a sword properly.”
Baros shrugged.
“Actually, at that level, they are stronger than the average soldier. Although they may seem insignificant to Auror users.”
“No, I’m not trying to show off… … .”
Those who had just rushed out were engaged in a tense fight with the raiders of the Plad family.
The difference in power is almost three times, so the fact that it is that much means that the skill is lacking.
“If it’s at that level, then it’s probably not the real power of the Lanfeld family. It seems like they have no intention of sending out the necromancer.”
“There’s no way things in life can be solved that easily, right? Just avoiding unnecessary physical exhaustion is a huge help.”
Thanks to the Plad family, we can head straight into the mansion. To ask for more than this is greedy.
Alius stood up and continued speaking.
“We have to come up with the goal ourselves.”
***
The four sides of the Lanfeld mansion were in turmoil, and Karnack and his party were targeting the gap between them.
I easily climbed over the wall using Liltane’s floating magic. An empty garden came into view.
If things were normal, there should be security guards patrolling here too… … .
“There isn’t any.”
Karnak responded to Liltane’s words by saying that it was nothing surprising.
“Of course he went over there, I guess.”
Even when a battle is going on right next to you, you stand your ground steadfastly?
This is something that only happens in barracks with strict military discipline, and it is not a virtue that can be expected in a back-alley fight like this.
The group quickly crossed the garden.
As I ran to the front of the mansion, the waiting troops finally poured out.
“joy!”
“I’ve been waiting for you!”
“Those bastards are probably just bait.”
They were all armed differently. They were properly wearing metal armor and were carrying long swords and shields.
On the surface, it looked like a regular article.
They glared at Karnak and his party and said something one by one.
“Where are you guys from? Belen? Carla? Style?”
“Is it Plaid?”
“Hey, it’s already ruined there?”
Since there were so many enemies, it seemed like there were too many places to guess.
Alius smiled faintly as he watched those who were keeping their distance and guarded.
“Their reactions and their weapons are both good, these guys are definitely the elite.”
If we get hit by these guys, we’ll have no choice but to deploy a shaman.
Liltane took a step forward, holding the magic wand.
“Should we start by saying hello?”
Flames rose up and enveloped the wand.
Lanfeld’s soldiers, who had seen the warning signs, shouted in horror.
“He’s a wizard!”
“Everyone spread out!”
Immediately a large fireball tore through the air. An explosion occurred, and an ear-splitting roar shook the earth to its very axis.
Kwaaaaang!
The flames roar and the heat boils the air. Even if you are lucky enough to dodge, the aftermath alone is powerful enough to cause serious injury.
However, no one actually fell.
“Ugh!”
“Who would be affected by such slow magic!”
The moment the fireball exploded, he threw himself in all directions and lay flat on the ground to reduce the damage.
Since you have the defensive power of thick armor, you can avoid fatal injuries to this extent as long as you avoid direct hits.
Since they all had a lot of combat experience, they seemed to be familiar with magic.
But I’m also familiar with Liltane.
“I knew it would turn out like that.”
He had initially assumed that it would miss and prepared for the next attack.
“Roar of dark clouds, flow through the land! Chain lightning!”
A net of lightning, activated with a time difference, flowed through the garden.
The soldiers were terrified as they saw the lightning flying in.
“omg!”
“Magic is flying again?”
It was an unexpected attack for those who had only seen 2-3 circle magicians at best. They had never experienced magic being cast so quickly.
Four soldiers who had not yet escaped were struck by lightning. Screams erupted from all directions.
“Ugh!”
“Ahhhhh!”
Someone screamed.
“Take care of the others first! If they get mixed up, they won’t be able to use magic recklessly!”
The remaining men began to rush in all at once, leaving behind their fallen comrades.
Shouts erupted here and there as if trying to bring down the fraud.
“Don’t be scared!”
“There are only five of them!”
Serati stepped forward lightly.
“Then I will go first.”
The long sword on his waist is gently pulled out. The blade is covered in a red glow.
A creepy red flash cut down the two soldiers in the lead.
Crunch!
A blood-red sword light that can cut through swords, shields, and even armor with a single blow.
Lanfeld’s brave elite were transformed into pieces of torn meat, spraying blood everywhere. It was a sight enough to stop the soldiers from running forward.
“Eek! That light… … .”
“A fighting sword?”
The men stepped back in horror.
“You’re an Auror user?”
“No, why is an author who is a user of Aura in a place like this?”
No matter how much people say that Trist City is a city of sin and a hell for human beings, it is still a remote area.
When it comes to Aura users, they usually play in big places like Wangdo and don’t often come to rural areas like this.
A man who appeared to be the leader shouted to the surroundings.
“Hey guys! Are Auror users something special?”
He raised his voice with effort, pointing to Serati’s sword.
“No need to be afraid! It’s only a red level!”
The level of an Aura user can be determined by the color of their fighting sword.
Serati’s speculation is red. It is definitely the lowest among users.
Of course, that doesn’t mean we should look down on her.
The more experienced soldiers looked dumbfounded and stepped back.
‘That’s all… … .’
‘The sword is definitely red, but… … .’
‘But it’s still a fighting sword!’
‘What does it mean to be the weakest among Auror users?’
That’s no different from saying this.
-Your opponent is not a tiger, but a leopard! Don’t be scared!
They’re all cats.
From a cat’s perspective, what difference does it make whether the opponent is a tiger or a leopard? If it bites, it’s the same thing, it’ll die in one hit.
But not all the soldiers of the Lanfeld Manor were as experienced as they were. For the young and energetic, even that level of morale was enough.
“shit!”
“Yeah, what’s so special about Auror users!”
“Reinforcements are coming soon!”
“You can’t possibly hold out until then, can you?”
The soldiers started to rush at Serati, shouting.
She smiled coldly as she adjusted her grip on the sword.
‘Huh! Do you think you can hold out?’
I’m sorry, but I have no intention of doing it moderately.
Only when they fall miserably will Lanfeld’s side become alert, and only then will they be able to bring out the hidden power of the necromancer.
Serati lightly kicked the ground.
As she flew up like a bird, red sword light scattered in all directions.
“Taaaat!”
