49. Madness and heat, greed and desire
“I won.”
“You idiot, you won!”
“You f*cking Azpen bastards!”
Victory is cheered.
The cheers are enthusiastic.
Heat is madness.
The hot energy brought about by the engagement struck the entire battlefield.
When is the greatest achievement on the battlefield?
It is time to chase after an enemy who has run away. Naurilia bit Azpen’s tail violently.
“Uuuuuu!”
Rather than honoring the dead, the joy of victory swept through the allies.
It was natural that there were glimpses of madness.
It almost got wiped out just a few days ago. The fear of death brought by the fog was still deeply engraved in my heart.
Afterwards, the friendly forces won an overwhelming victory on the battlefield filled with fear.
“Long live the Knights of the Red Riding Hood!”
“Long live Naurilia!”
The squire did not reveal his name.
Instead of an unknown squire, the name of the knights was exalted.
“Long live the Knights of the Red Riding Hood!”
The cheers, the excitement, the madness.
The one who received all this cheering at the forefront of the battlefield was at the center.
Paralock.
The squire, wearing a symbolic red cloak, raised one hand and responded to the cheers.
“Uuuuh!”
Among the soldiers who were intoxicated with the excitement of victory, some shed tears of joy.
Everyone cheers. Drunk in madness. Encred saw that and quietly muttered.
“me too.”
It was a word no one had ever heard, but it contained his long-standing dream.
The madness and heat were contagious and made Encred’s heart beat.
The end of the battle, the last night of the battlefield.
Although the number of dead was quite high, Encred felt a sense of elation.
I remembered what a swordsman instructor in a big city said who had no three fingers.
“A guy who has no talent but eats fast food? It’s one of two things. Either he enjoys the battlefield or he enjoys murder. Ah, it would be one of three. “There are people who live without thinking.”
‘I think I’m the type of person who enjoys the battlefield.’
I envy the cheers. I also have a desire to stand in front of it. I wanted to go beyond simply swinging a sword and explore the battlefield.
The reason I honed my martial arts skills wasn’t just because I was intoxicated with the sword.
Encred thought about what he had done in this battle.
All I had to do was struggle to survive.
In conclusion, he achieved a feat by tearing the flag and breaking the medium of witchcraft.
‘It was also a struggle to survive.’
The sudden surge of elation was covered by Encred’s dreams, and brought together the greed and desires he had forgotten due to his lack of talent.
‘article.’
It will work. I have to become it.
It is a moment to make a promise once again.
“It’s so noisy.”
Rem, who was mindlessly wandering the battlefield, picked his ears and said.
He doesn’t seem to enjoy either the battlefield or killing. There seemed to be no sense of elation.
Next to him, Ragna yawned.
“Huh, isn’t it over now? “Can’t we retreat tonight?”
Hopefully I’ll do it tonight. This guy must be thoughtless too.
Saxony was cleaning his sword blade with leather. I’m already cleaning my sword.
Although he doesn’t say it or show it outwardly, what does Saxony enjoy?
I don’t know. Isn’t he the type of person who hides himself very well?
“Wow, the battle ended so quickly. “If I make this into a story or a song, will it sell?”
“Do you even know how to make a song? “Brother?”
“no. “I’ll have to hire another bard.”
“If you make a song without seeing it in person, it’s a fraud.”
“It’s a scam, you’re talking about big trouble. It’s not like that. “Audin.”
It was a conversation between Wangnuni, who thought that even the battlefield could be sold, and a faithful squad member whose true feelings were unknown.
I heard that on the day Encred tore through the medium of magic, the whole body of the faithful squad member turned red, as if he had bathed in blood.
It is said that it was a brutal fight.
He also appears quiet and serene, but is equipped with tremendous strength.
I don’t know why I stand on the battlefield.
As his thoughts continued, Encred put his squad members in his place.
‘If it were Rem.’
It wouldn’t have ended with just piercing and tearing the flag.
Whether it was Ragnar, Saxony, or a faithful squad member.
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They all probably fought better than him.
‘More next time.’
The excitement of the battlefield constricted his heart, and as a reaction, desire only bloomed in Encred’s heart.
The night after the battle, drinks and food were served at the command center.
Salted rabbit meat, venison, etc. were served, and strong liquor was served in a large oak barrel.
“It’s alcohol, alcohol!”
Rem and Ragna were crazy about alcohol.
“I only drink wine.”
The faithful squad member refused to drink alcohol, and Saxony never even drank alcohol in the first place.
“Women are better than alcohol.”
This is a guy who says things like this without hesitation. They say things like this sometimes, but what is the reason why women are tempted?
‘After all, the answer is the face.’
However, Encred also had the tendency to seduce women without any effort. It was thanks to her face.
The well-trained, muscular body was truly a weapon that struck women’s hearts.
“It’s cheap alcohol. “I don’t eat it.”
Wangnuni had a sophisticated mouth.
As night fell, the battalion commander entered the barracks.
“444 squad leader?”
Encred woke up when he heard the sound of someone searching for him.
Now that the heat had cooled down, everyone was getting ready to go to bed.
Encred did not drink alcohol due to his injury. Thanks to this, there were no unfortunate incidents where the battalion commander’s face was not recognized.
“The injured person is drinking? A wounded man drinking alcohol? “Drinking when you’re hurt?”
Rem mistreated me.
“It is better to refrain. “You have to recover your body first.”
Saxony also stopped it.
Ragna shook his head silently.
Wangnun chuckled when he saw Encred like that.
They are truly crazy squad members.
When I went outside at the battalion commander’s call, the battalion commander, who smelled of alcohol, waved his hand and said that it was okay to salute.
“The flag was a medium for witchcraft? And you were the one who tore it up.”
It sounded like they had found a spellbreaker who made an absolute contribution to this battlefield.
Crackling.
Sparks remained in the bonfire that had been lit, sending sparks into the air.
“yes.”
Encred answered calmly.
“There will be a reward when you return. Good job.”
The battalion commander tapped Encred on the shoulder. It was quite a feat.
This was the first time I spoke to the battalion commander since becoming a squad leader.
What Encred did was amazing.
Because it changed the battlefield.
However, only a handful of people knew about it.
To be precise, only the command center knew.
Perhaps the command will take the credit for overcoming the spell in this battle.
I’m not sad about that.
Instead, the rewards will be generous.
‘I’m not disappointed.’
Since it was originally his own doing, should he take credit for it?
‘It was a struggle.’
After reading the article, or rather the squire, my thoughts changed a lot.
I felt like I gained more than just small achievements.
“I like the persona.”
After the battalion commander tapped his shoulder and left, Encred was about to enter the barracks again when he heard the sound of someone stepping on the floor.
“What is it?”
When I turned my gaze to the source of the sound, I saw eyes that resembled emeralds. When she saw it during the night, she had an eerie feeling, like a ghost.
Extraordinary beauty.
He was a fairy company commander.
“I won’t give an award for tearing the flag in a clumsy manner.”
Perhaps that was all he had to say, the company commander said that and turned around. He wondered if he would go back as is, but the company commander turned his head back and opened his mouth.
“Aren’t you going to salute?”
When Encred belatedly pretended to press the weapon with his left hand, he waved his hand and said that he was the fairy company commander.
“done. Goes.”
What is that fairy doing?
When the company commander left and entered the barracks, Rem was lying on his side with his arms resting on his head.
“You can’t abandon me just because the squad leader becomes popular.”
“Are you drunk?”
“I wasn’t drunk.”
It was a joke. The night was deep. Encrid closed her eyes and replayed in her mind what she felt when she saw the squire.
There was a lot of work to do once I got better.
* * *
The Naurilian infantry battalion woke up and headed towards Border Guard.
After four days of march, they were able to reach the walls of the fortress city of Border Guard.
It was a city with long walls and three large watchtowers built on a basin higher than other areas.
This is the last bastion to block the Principality of Azpen.
It was a border guard, a castle on the border.
* * *
The appearance of the Squire of the Knights of the Red Cloak could change the battlefield.
The reason why local warfare in the Green Pearl Plains had been kept small until now was because of the unwritten rule not to deploy the Knights’ full strength here.
In this situation, the Kingdom of Naurilia sent the Squire as a trump card.
Naurilia broke the unwritten rule.
No matter how much the person who entered the battlefield was in the process of moving from squire to knight, he had crossed a line.
“These bastards?”
King Azpen got angry. His eyes became bright and blood appeared on his forehead.
“Let us out too!”
I couldn’t send it right away.
It was winter.
If a war breaks out in the winter, the decline in national power of both countries will be severe.
If a full-scale war, rather than a local one, was expected, there was a need to join forces at the national level.
Above all, Azpen’s main force is currently away for some reason.
Azpen also needed time to fight properly.
At the end of the war, even if the other side was so angry that the lid of their head opened and a volcano exploded, they had to endure it as winter approached.
Naurilia also expected this, so she must have put all her effort into it at the end of the war.
On the contrary, Azpen also read the timing of winter coming and brought in a shaman.
However, the sword prepared by this side was blocked, and the dagger prepared by that side was deeply embedded in the forearm. It hurt. If I do it wrong, I can’t use one arm.
“At least put diplomatic pressure on it. “Sending knights to the battlefield is a problem.”
King Gong, famous for his martial arts skills, spouted fire from his nose, saying that he couldn’t go on like this. Although he didn’t make a loud noise, I could feel the anger in his voice, like boiling water.
The Principality of Azpen was a country dominated by three families.
King Azpen.
Hurrier of force.
and Eckins of administration and government affairs.
Diplomacy was the responsibility of the Eckins family.
Minister Eakkins was embarrassed.
It was because of a letter sent from Naurilia.
The fact that the letter arrived around the same time that the Red Cloak Knights were deployed is proof that Naurilia was perfectly prepared with excuses.
In the letter, it was written that General Frock of Azpen had appeared in the enemy’s camp and had sent members to deal with it.
The reason was plausible. It was so appropriate.
Why did General Frog go there?
Frog is a species that lives as it pleases. This problem could have arisen from the moment they were dressed in soldiers’ clothes.
‘Even if he wasn’t a general, he would have made a different excuse.’
Eckins was no fool.
Naurilia would not have sent a knight on impulse.
General Frock became the excuse, but even if it weren’t for him, Naulilia would have made an appropriate excuse.
To sum it up, Azpen was defeated and finished.
All of this started because the spell was broken.
If the Fog of Extermination had succeeded, the local war on the Green Pearl Plains, which had dragged on for a long time unless the real knight arrived, would have been a great victory for Azpen.
Eckins remembered a report that one of the enemy soldiers had ruined the spell.
‘These bastards failed to keep guard and make an excuse that one enemy soldier messed up?’
Does that make sense?
Everyone involved in this will have to be held accountable.
The shaman was found dead after retreating.
Perhaps it was a passing bandit who cut everything in half, including the escort and the shaman.
‘Nothing will work. It happens.’
“Hey, are you just going to let this go?”
The king forgot his weight and shouted.
This fall, the ace that began with Ekins’ strong argument backfired.
The battlefield of the sluggish local war ended with Azpen’s defeat.
* * *
Ten days later, Encred thought his body had completely recovered.
So, as soon as Encred woke up, he immediately looked for Rem.
“Rem.”
“What’s going on?”
Rem returned from guard duty and stood in front of Encred.
“Let’s have a game.”
“what?”
“Sparring.”
“… … “Aren’t you feeling better now?”
What does it matter?
Are you feeling itchy to death right now?
Encred said with an expression on his face. If this were an ability, it was an ability.
I express what I have in mind with only my eyebrows and the corners of my mouth.
“Let’s do it. If you want to do it, you should do it. “I have to squeeze it again and try to burst it.”
“Go for it. “Insolent immigrants.”
“Oh my gosh, do you want to break your leg this time?”
Rem accepted Encred’s provocation with a smile. The two soon left the dorm.
Ragna, who was watching this, agreed with one thing Rem said, even if he didn’t know anything else.
Of all the crazy people he had ever seen, the squad leader was the best.
How can he wake up like that and immediately demand a fight when his talent is so insignificant?
Less than thirty minutes later, Encred opened the door to the dorm again.
“Ragna, come out. “I will wash away your laziness.”
He was an excited squad leader. Even though he had bled from one side of his head and a scab remained near his temple, his expression was bright.
“Yes, let’s do it.”
Ragna didn’t waste his energy on arguing for no reason. All she had to do was compete a few times.
This was their daily life.
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