12. Two days
Frog reflected on the scene in his own eyes.
‘I thought I would win.’
He taught himself and was quite talented.
I didn’t really like his personality, but that’s none of his business.
A soldier who focused on stabbing.
A guy whose talent was quite useful.
He wasn’t the type of person who would die in such a small battlefield.
If I had left it alone, my skills would have been at least that of a company commander or higher.
Proc remembered why the soldier died.
‘Because you have limited experience?’
No, are there only one or two soldiers who have been raised this way?
He’s not the type of person to die like this.
‘Because the opponent is bad?’
That means I wasn’t lucky. She was ignored by the goddess of luck.
Frock grunted and laughed.
‘Because luck is also a skill.’
As we entered the friendly camp, an adjutant approached us.
“I’ve been looking for it for a while. General.”
“Uh, really?”
“Have you been to enemy territory?”
“I just went out to play.”
“You seem to be in a good mood.”
“I saw a guy who got stabbed ‘there’ and died.”
For Proc, heart is a forbidden word.
I hate just watching it get stabbed to death next to me.
But Frock laughs while saying that.
The adjutant must suspect that there is a bug in the general’s head.
But the adjutant had no doubts.
Experienced procs sometimes mention the word heart.
And General Frog in front of me was a seasoned soldier.
So much so that I can spit out the word heart whenever I want.
So, it was possible to laugh at someone dying because their heart was pierced.
To be precise, this frock may laugh when it sees something more interesting than dying by having its heart pierced.
“I think you saw something interesting.”
“Well, just a strangely interesting guy.”
It won’t be an ally. If that were the case, he would have been brought in sooner.
Froc spoke indifferently and walked briskly.
The leather on the soles of the frog’s feet is thick. I didn’t even need boots.
In fact, it was so slippery that some of the progs sometimes planted nails in the soles of their feet.
However, General Frock was the type of person who disapproved of Frock planting nails in the soles of his feet.
If accompanied by good sense and proper training.
Because slippery soles can also become weapons.
‘I imitated the stabbing.’
It was not a field of talent. Frock’s eyes determine the level of skill the opponent has mastered.
General Frock saw an enemy soldier stabbing. Thanks to him, he knew.
‘A technology that has been tempered and tempered countless times.’
Rather than learning it, it’s closer to a skill I learned while risking my life.
An area of extreme effort, not talent.
‘Because the talent is extraordinary.’
If luck coincides dozens or hundreds of times, it is not impossible.
If you can survive after being stabbed countless times in front of your eyes, such a move would be possible.
Everything else was a mess, but the stabbing was worth seeing.
But does this make sense?
‘With that kind of skill?’
Survive every battle?
The fact that I risked my life to learn proves that I survived in the nick of time.
It was clearly a movement that could be seen by being hit and broken countless times by an opponent stronger than oneself.
Does this make sense?
Can not be done.
So it gets interesting.
‘It would be nice to see you again next time.’
General Frock thought that would not happen.
Lady Luck is unfair. She is a favoritist.
It can also bring luck to someone.
But even that luck has its limits.
‘I guess I’ve used up all my luck.’
There is no need to see it again.
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That didn’t mean I was going to die today.
I was so excited that I kicked my feet, but I somehow managed to stop it.
Looking at the two guys who came to protect him at the end, it didn’t seem like he was going to die on the battlefield.
Still, I didn’t think it would last long.
If you recklessly attack an opponent who is better than you, your skills will improve even with weak talent.
Because you will need hundreds of lives.
“General.”
“Let’s eat.”
Proc thought about it and stopped caring about it.
Now is the time to focus on other things.
In other words, eat something.
It was time to establish a strategy.
The blonde adjutant nodded at the general’s words.
“Let’s go. “I will prepare a meal.”
* * *
I saw a boatman.
Encred realized that the place where he was sitting was a ferry boat.
‘dream?’
I think this has happened once before?
It was quite an old memory. When was it?
‘When I first woke up again.’
A boatman without a mouth.
A voice that exudes curiosity.
It wakes me up with vague memories.
‘then.’
I thought it was a dream. What is so important about the boatman I met in my dream?
“You managed to miss a day?”
The boatman says.
Just like then, Encred couldn’t say anything.
Just listening seemed to be all that was allowed here.
“They have eyes, but they cannot see; they have mouths, but they cannot speak; they have ears, but they cannot hear.”
The boatman spoke as if singing. In fact, it was a mixture of melody and beat.
I couldn’t even blink.
You cannot move anything, including your five senses.
It’s stuffy and frustrating.
‘What can I do now?’
If it’s a dream, shouldn’t the spell just go out of your hand?
It’s a dream, but it’s not a dream.
Encred realized that all he could do was listen.
“Can you keep holding on? Can you do that? “Are they going to keep blocking your path?”
I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Didn’t you say earlier that even if you have ears, you can’t hear properly?
“You can’t even hear my name yet.”
I looked at the boatman. A blurry image formed on the black curtain.
It seemed as if water droplets like morning dew were blocking my view.
It was that blurry.
Everything is black. At first I thought there was only a mouth, but there was nothing.
“What you can hear now is my whim and favor.”
Talk and giggle. I didn’t know because I saw him smiling.
It seemed to let the other person know that he was smiling.
‘So what do you mean?’
“Child, nothing is over and you can’t escape. There will always be a ‘wall’ blocking your path. “That will be your destiny.”
The word wall sounded strange.
What he actually said was different, but it sounded like it was a wall.
What is this?
“Can you survive?”
I don’t know what bullshit this is.
“Of course.”
uh? Are you speaking?
There was nothing to question.
The other person seemed more surprised.
“you… … .”
The boatman whispered something, but quickly lost consciousness.
with a plop.
The ferry boat disappeared. Encred fell into the deep water.
Above the water, beyond the dew, the black mass conveyed words, or rather, will.
“This won’t be memorable. but.”
Eat, eat, eat.
The boatman smiled and continued.
“You’re a really fun kid.”
That was the end.
Fall into deep water and lose consciousness. Encred fell into such a deep abyss.
* * *
“… … “Who is the hero of this battlefield?”
“cypress!”
“Who owns this battlefield?”
“cypress!”
“Who is running towards tomorrow?”
“cypress!”
“Who will make the decision!”
It was a singing voice. A song with a lively melody, a deep voice, and a perfect tempo.
‘war song?’
No, it’s not a military song.
Since joining this unit, I have learned a few military songs, but nothing like this.
What I learned here was not a military song, but rather a spirit song with just a beat.
We win!
Receive the protection of the sun that never sets!
The power of the god dwells in you!
Well, it’s kind of like this. It has no rhythm and is like a shout that screams evil.
But now there is a rhythm and a lively beat.
It was also a song I was familiar with.
‘The Bard’s Song.’
Not all bards are the same.
Among them, there are those who stand on one side and fight to raise the morale of the army.
That may still be the case now.
What kind of bard would want to sing a hymn to praise Cyprus?
Moreover, the author has probably never even seen an article about Cyprus.
“You survived?”
I turned my head when I heard the voice and saw Rem.
My side was throbbing like crazy.
When I raised my hand to touch it, Rem suddenly grabbed my hand.
“It didn’t break just barely, so don’t worry. Instead, let’s say her head was shaken properly once. Now, how many of these are there?”
Rem opened and closed a few fingers and waved them.
“f*ck you.”
Encred tried to accept the current situation.
‘Today’ is over.
Just looking at that situation is mind-boggling.
It was difficult to accept Rem’s farm work.
“Look, I think I’m out of my mind. “I am Rem Iyu, the squad leader’s eternal best friend.”
“You crazy bastard.”
“You forgot me? “I’m so sad if this happens.”
Encred closed his eyes for a moment and then opened them.
I passed it today.
So that means the day has passed.
I am distracted. The dream was so confusing.
‘Didn’t I say you wouldn’t remember?’
But it remains so clearly.
Black water, a ferry boat, a boatman with no eyes, nose, or mouth.
I remembered everything he said.
It felt a little hazy, it felt like something from the distant past.
I have had a good memory since I was young.
Encred remembered everything.
“I didn’t forget. “Noble hunter.”
Let me recite what was once Rem’s nickname.
“Shh, I told you it was a secret.”
Only then did the farmland streets stop. And they criticize with their eyes. I guess you’re asking why you’re bringing that up.
Encred gathered his wits.
first.
“What happened to me?”
Only then was I able to hear the real story.
A dead soldier, greatly improved skills, and a prog.
‘A frog intervened?’
I’ve been a mercenary for several years, but this was my first time seeing Frog in person.
Of course, I got hit by Frog too.
I was lucky that none of my ribs were broken.
What if you meet a proc as an enemy on the battlefield?
“Bounce.”
“behind.”
“It’s okay.”
The three experienced mercenaries each gave different answers.
Still, there was one conclusion.
If you don’t jump out or hide, you’ll fall.
Frog is such a dangerous and scary being.
That’s what it means to be a fighting race.
Giants, dragons, fairies.
No species is born with abilities superior to humans.
However, humans are the ones who grow to knight level the most.
That’s probably why humans have the greatest power on this continent.
“After that, I ‘myself’ picked him up and ran out of the battlefield. It was truly a rough road. “I almost died.”
If it was really dangerous, I wouldn’t have said this.
“I am indebted to you.”
“If I knew that, I could just do the dishes about 10 times a day.”
This bastard is real.
Encred sighed internally but nodded.
Even though I told him to leave when he was done talking, Rem did not get up easily.
Smiling as usual.
“Did you practice alone? “Where I can’t see?”
I looked at this again to see what it was talking about.
“Is your heart ripe?”
hmm?
“I taught you, but I’m afraid you won’t recognize it?”
‘ah!’
Encred knew that Rem was watching him.
Well, since I was watching, I could have helped at the right time.
“I just happened to see it. “After overcoming the danger of death a few times, I realized what it was.”
I’ve already thought of dozens of plausible excuses.
It was the most plausible statement among them.
It was also the truth without any lies mixed in.
Just scaled it down a bit.
You can’t say that you’ve truly broken down without having to overcome a few near-death moments, right?
“Good job.”
Only then did Rem get up and leave.
“Get some rest. “The next step is only when your body recovers.”
Only then did Encred look around. It was a duty barracks.
A place where the injured gathered.
Should I wake up?
As I tried to get up, the soldier sitting to one side spoke with blurry eyes.
“You shouldn’t move yet. If you overdo it, it gets worse. “Her head was shaking a lot.”
It felt like a military doctor had visited a private soldier.
Even if you’re just a private soldier, if you get hurt, it’s fortunate to have someone among your colleagues who knows how to use herbs.
Otherwise, it’s common for things to just fall apart.
‘I managed to get to the duty barracks.’
I was glad to know how I got here.
You can find out later.
Rather than that.
‘Today has passed.’
What’s important is that a new day has begun.
When I looked toward the entrance of the tent, light came in through the gap.
It wasn’t sunlight.
The light of the flickering torch, the shadows that come and go with it.
The bard’s singing continued.
“Who is the hero!”
“cypress!”
There is also the sound of a group of soldiers shouting in the chorus.
I passed today and lived the next day.
However, I felt like I spent the entire morning and afternoon passed out and only woke up in the evening.
“Has it been more than a day?”
I asked the medic who was waiting.
“One day, two days.”
It was a big shock.
Encrud thought that and closed his eyes.
Anyway, it was important to get through today.
I beat that stab soldier.
I passed it with skill.
Afterwards, Encred thought about the boatman.
I thought about what he said and thought about it.
It had to be that way.
Because he said it would happen again.
therefore.
‘If I die, today will repeat itself.’
The boatman spoke as if he was being punished.
but.
‘Why is that punishment?’
For Encred, it was not a punishment, but a reward.
fantasy,
