413. Grand coronation
Perhaps because of the ghost the Count had last summoned, Encred realized that a dull odor had remained on his body.
“Please provide hot water and a bath. I don’t need any assistance.”
As soon as Encred returned to the palace, he washed, ate, and slept.
Even if it was Rem, Ragnar, Audin, or Saxony, there was no difference.
It was after I woke up from a good night’s sleep.
In the middle, a therapist came and tried to heal everyone’s bodies, but everyone refused.
“I know my body best.”
Rem said that and got bitten.
“It’s my punishment.”
There was nothing different about Audin.
Ragnar gestured that it was okay, and Saxony pretended not to be hurt at all.
The therapist tried to leave, muttering that this was the first time he had ever seen a patient who was so disobedient.
The therapist, who was walking like that, bowed his head towards Encred.
“Thank you.”
It was an untimely remark. But the therapist’s attitude was even more serious.
Encred had not yet clearly realized what he had done.
The schedule was too tiring for that.
Just because the battle was over didn’t mean there was nothing left to do. Originally, preparation was a bigger task than war, and settlement was even bigger than that.
A general who fights well can win a fight, and a general who prepares well can win a battle.
And there was a saying that a general who properly took care of things after a battle would win the war.
This meant that it was important to sort out the situation after the battle.
It was still the same now.
Dealing with the remaining Count’s army was also a problem, fallen equipment had to be picked up, and the camp had to be evacuated.
After all that was over, the march awaited.
Shouldn’t we go back to the palace?
Even though there was a joy of victory, it was amazing that this task was accomplished in three days.
No, I don’t know about command on the battlefield, but Marcus’ performance in this area stood out.
Because he handled all of this brilliantly.
This was also possible because Krang did not give a useless victory speech.
“Everyone thinks it’s time to rest. Is it important to listen to the speech of the guy who was just watching from behind? “While you’re talking like that, wouldn’t it be better to put another bandage on the injured soldier’s arm?”
In fact, Kraang took care of the wounded soldiers with his face exposed without anything to hide.
He went around so openly that few people even recognized him as a prince and the person who would become the next king.
In fact, there weren’t many soldiers who knew Krang’s face.
Although he had a knack for raising soldiers’ morale and boiling up their enthusiasm with speeches when necessary, his attitude was that that was not important at the moment.
Krang was a man who proved his words with actions.
Only after they had finished clearing the battlefield did Encred and others return.
Encred asked with various thoughts as he received the therapist’s thank you.
“Do you know me?”
“My son went to war.”
The therapist said, limping.
“If it weren’t for the bridge, I would have come out too.”
The therapist who said that turned around. It wasn’t a thank you for saving his son.
Because his son is dead.
The therapist was heartbroken because no matter what he said, the dead would not come back.
However, should I say that it is fortunate?
If this battle had ended in defeat, my son’s death would have had no meaning. That was only a small consolation.
Everyone was intoxicated with victory and joy. Victory in the civil war, survival in an impossible battle, joy of the survivors.
Such things filled the royal palace and the capital.
There was even talk that there would be a coronation ceremony. Craftsmen flocked to the center of the capital to build a structure commemorating the coronation. A festival will be held soon, and once the situation is fully resolved, banquets will be held every day, including a rice paddy market.
Nevertheless, there were people who lost family and loved ones.
‘Please rest in peace.’
The therapist left while speaking to his son, and Encred watched the therapist leave and then headed to the bed.
The whispering words that my son had died on the battlefield remained in my ears.
As if Esther wasn’t tired, she turned into a leopard and didn’t leave her arms.
Encred woke up after a good night’s sleep and warmed up with the isolation technique as usual.
Even if you wanted to do business, the surrounding situation had to be sorted out.
This will require at least ten days.
Encred continued his life as usual.
I visited Jjaknun and gave him food mixed with meat and vegetables instead of food, and I also met Andrew and the trainees.
The number of trainees increased from five to four.
“The one is?”
“My leg was cut off. “Even with divine power, lost legs will not grow.”
There was a trainee who lost his leg. It was such a fierce battle. As En Creed himself pushed through waves of wraith soldiers, his soldiers were not idle either.
Encred nodded.
These are people who came forward of their own will. It would have been right to respect that choice.
“He said he wished he were a prog.”
Andrew also spoke calmly.
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The lives of both Encred and Andrew were not easy for them to be shaken by something like this.
“never.”
Andrew spoke in a calm tone, looking into space. Andrew, who stopped talking after saying one word, continued as if making a promise.
Those were not words to Encred, but a promise to myself.
“I’m not going to watch my person get hurt.”
Encred nodded.
It was also said that a trainee who lost a leg became a candidate for deacon.
It wasn’t a particularly gloomy face.
“Once I get used to it, I think I’ll be fine with prosthetic legs. “I think this is better than dying.”
He was a friend with a strong heart.
Encred patted his shoulder once and turned around.
“Thanks to you, thanks to you, I survived.”
“You survived because you fought well.”
Encred responded calmly to the trainee’s words. I meant it. He thought he was the one who saved his life with his own hands. She also said that she has a fiancee.
I caught a glimpse of his fiancée too, and she was cheerful.
“If you don’t have any legs, I can feed you!”
It was a female manager.
Krang was so busy that he couldn’t even see his face. Marcus also couldn’t see the snout.
Asia came to visit us a few days later, but she wasn’t in the right condition to spar.
Let us carefully clarify its meaning.
“… … “Is there nothing else to do but fight?”
On the contrary, Acea was taken aback.
Encred changed the material.
“Are there any other disturbances in the palace?”
“Is there anything special going on? Since it’s filled with people, there’s no one who can say anything regretful. There seem to be a few stupid nobles, but they’ll take care of it. Rather than preparing for the coronation ceremony, they said something like that, saying it should be the most grandiose.”
The Kraang that Encred saw was a broad and tall man. But people were bound to change. Has he never seen anyone change before?
I saw a mercenary who risked his life for his friend stab his colleague in the back for a gold coin.
I saw a father throwing his adopted son to a monster to survive.
That guy was a good person at first. It just changed as the situation came to a head.
Did you say that it could happen if you survive for about 20 days while surrounded by monsters?
Encred had challenged that guy to a duel.
I lost, but I killed it. Something like that happened.
So Krang could also change.
A grand coronation ceremony.
It was my turn. We won and it was a triumphant victory. With the victory in the civil war, he became the rightful heir to the throne.
Encred felt like returning to the Border Guard.
The sky was dark. It looked like it was going to rain again.
“How are you feeling?”
Acea asked.
“It’s okay in moderation. “Even if it’s not okay to risk half your life, I think a light sparring would be okay.”
Proper sparring was difficult, but a light water fight would be fine. It’s right to rest, but right now I feel like I want to move my body more.
Acea nodded and took out a wooden sword.
“I said it was a light sparring?”
When Encred looked at that and spoke, Acea tilted her head.
So, isn’t it a wooden sword?
“Light sparring.”
Encred took out the long sword he had roughly picked up in place of the broken silver. It was a sword that had been sharpened for two days.
“Which one is light?”
Acea spoke and aimed her sword, and Rem, Ragnar, Audin, Saxony, and Fel watched.
As soon as the battle was over, a guy named Fel introduced himself and joined the group.
“This is Fel, the shepherd of the wilderness.”
He has light brown hair, is slightly taller than Kreis, and has a very disciplined body and posture.
“I saw your performance on the battlefield well.”
Everyone looked at him with a ‘So?’ look, but Fel had a thick facial skin.
Shepherds are inherently shameless, but even among the shepherds of the wilderness, Fel was the one who insisted on using a sword.
“Let’s take a field trip.”
He spoke confidently, and Encred was a little surprised when he recognized Fel, but nodded indifferently.
To be honest, I was intrigued.
‘That’s the shepherd back then.’
The posture is different from before. The atmosphere that prevailed also changed. It was proof that his skills had changed.
The light sparring ended with Pel watching.
I have already seen it on the battlefield.
‘Amazing.’
Pell honestly wondered if there was anyone with greater talent than him.
At that time, I visited him that night and sparred with him, and even though I ended up falling behind, I thought I would have caught up now.
However, the opponent’s sword became harder and sharper than before.
So much so that I can’t even compare it to that time.
He has grown much more than when he competed against him.
More than anything, my blood naturally boiled when I saw that person’s sword. He had a warlike personality by nature, but this was different.
My hand was hovering near the sword because I wanted to join him right away.
“… … “When will my body fully heal?”
Pel asks.
“You are the last. “Little one.”
“Hehe, brother. You must follow the order. “There is no order when meeting the Lord, but there is an order here.”
“Go ahead and drink some more sheep milk.”
“… … .”
“You can go through me first, right?”
The order was Rem, Audin, Ragnar, Saxony, and Dunbakkel. Teresa was busy silently observing Encred’s every movement.
Saxony kept his mouth shut and glared at me once.
“… … “Yes, that’s right.”
Fel could no longer be stubborn. Because everyone who said one word was formidable.
It was difficult to gauge the skills of a beast named Dunbakhel.
So will we lose? I didn’t have any thoughts of losing.
Originally, delicious food was eaten last. It wouldn’t be a bad idea to defeat them all and then face Encred.
Pell believed in his own talent.
I thought it would take half a year at most to catch up with them all.
Anyone can be mistaken.
Encred felt that his body was still creaking here and there after sparring with Acea.
Although he recovered in a short time, it was not in perfect condition.
One day, five days later, my physical condition had significantly recovered. There was a call from the royal palace.
“You must attend.”
The Marquis of Okto came in person.
“Aren’t you busy? “Are you coming all the way here just to call me?”
The Marquis of Octo was surprised that the man in front of him did not recognize his location.
“Be aware of your position.”
Encred has now become a person whom not even the Marquis himself can say anything about.
If you had to choose one hero who led the civil war to victory, who would it be?
Anyone will say the name Encred.
A being who goes beyond being a hero to save the country and is given the title Demon Slayer.
A person who was said to be a friend of the king himself and showed off his skills better than anyone else in the knights.
What about the troops under your command?
‘They all have great skills.’
Wouldn’t it be right for people of that caliber to belong to the Order of Knights?
However, Encred is only connected to one person.
The Marquis of Octo, who had excellent political sense, knew intuitively.
If you lose Encred, you lose them all.
I also found out that several nobles had already approached them under the water.
Of course, everyone just made a fuss.
“Now are you telling me to take the gold you gave me and swing an axe? Still not sure what my nickname is? “Look and see.”
Rem, the noble slayer.
He sent a chill down the spines of all the nobles by confidently saying that he was a man who could cut off the heads of nobles.
He was a crazy bastard.
We couldn’t meet Saxony at all.
Audin smiled and moved on, saying he was just following God’s teachings.
Ragnar simply ignored all calls.
At least we only met Rem and Audin.
“But why don’t I call anyone?”
Dunbakhel expressed a small question, but no one gave an answer.
It’s not like the Marquis of Okto isn’t greedy.
‘There is no need to make a bad impression by touching him for no reason.’
The marquis was wise.
Encred didn’t actually care.
“There will be a coronation ceremony.”
Encred nodded at the Marquis’ words.
Has my friend really changed?
Is my friend, who had a bigger goal and looked further ahead than the throne, intoxicated by the throne and crown?
It reminded me of a healer who lost his son for no reason.
Five days later, Encred stood on a podium built in the center of the capital instead of the royal banquet hall. A small tower was built on top of the podium.
Krang stood on the podium with a smile.
There must have been a lot of work to do.
From the coronation ceremony, to the military parade, what happens in the future, what the count exploded, the chimera, and the commotion that occurred in the magic world.
These were all things that could not be ignored, but this was the first thing Krang chose to do.
They built a tower and engraved the names of people and dead soldiers.
Even figuring it out one by one would have been a task.
There were probably some people who did not like this event itself.
Nevertheless, I did it.
“Can you tell me before I do?”
A spell object with a voice amplification spell was seen in front of the memorial.
Kraang called Encred.
Encred went up to the podium.
Encred, standing in front of the loudspeaker object, gave up trying to choose what to say.
The healer lost his son.
Did what the son did mean nothing?
I don’t know yet. Because no one can know the future.
But I hope it was meaningful to him.
“People.”
Encred spit out one word, took a breath, and continued.
“In memory of those who died to protect their friendships, their families, their lovers, and their own backs.”
Some of those in the capital shed tears, while others laughed.
Krang came out after that.
“I honor those who died on my behalf.”
He began reciting the names on the memorial.
“Vin, Loctine, Laksan… … .”
The memorial service was long.
At the end of all those words, Krang calmly declared that he had become the new king.
“Upon your clear will and will, I will declare that I have become the new king of Naurilia. “I am Cdyanath Langius Nauril.”
The queen watched without saying a word and then crowned him.
Applause rang out. There was no cheering.
What should I say about this?
It was a memorial coronation ceremony.
Kraang inherited the crown in memory of those who died.
It rained steadily from the start of the event.
Krang was hit hard by the rain. As was the case on the battlefield, it rained very often.
Shoot ahhh.
The pouring rain hugged the shoulders of those who lost family, lovers, and friends.
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