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Kalkos Tribal Alliance (3)
Beorsen was a city built around a large oasis in the middle of the desert, and was also a transportation hub connecting to other regions in the south.
No matter how much the South valued military power and was looked down upon by other regions as a land of barbarism, it was still a land where people lived, so it was natural that trade was also an important factor.
Although it is not a large city, it is a trading city connecting several regions and is always busy day and night.
That was Beorsen.
“···It was also the city where Baltheon was born and used as a base···.”
Behind the sand dunes, a little way from the city, where the past has disappeared and is now covered in an ominous and dark aura.
“As expected, the situation looks serious. It was worth the hurry.”
Misty, who had guided the warrior party here, sighed and muttered softly.
A beauty with the healthy coppery skin typical of Southerners, dark brown hair in several braids, and black eyes that shine like obsidian.
As befitting her name as a great sorcerer, she had an ornate tattoo that started from her forehead, passed one eye, and continued down to her collarbone, but her eyes were almost closed, as if she was tired.
“···Are you okay? I think you’re pushing yourself too hard.”
“It’s not okay, but there’s nothing I can do. It was a situation where I had to push myself.”
At Heinrich’s question, she rubbed her eyes and groaned.
Well, that can’t be helped.
Immediately after encountering the warrior party, she had to struggle considerably to move her warriors under her command in order to keep pace with them.
No matter how elite the warriors were, if they tried to follow the warrior party on their own, they would all be scattered by the time they arrived.
“I’m not much help in combat anyway. That’s why I chose the one with the highest probability. It must have been fate that I met you all.”
Certainly, looking at the current situation, it seemed like a good choice to come with the warriors.
Even though the goal of the warrior party is the leaders Baltheon and Hans, there will be considerable obstacles along the way to get there.
Grand Shaman Misty, who maintained a spell on hundreds of people for half a day, helping them get here quickly, stealthily, and in the best condition.
“And I guess our meeting was fate.”
···She was now standing next to Harley, leaning against his sturdy arm and whispering softly.
“Huh?”
“Ahh— I’ve never seen such beautiful muscles before. These powerful biceps and forearms… no, from head to toe, they’re all a perfect work of art!”
“Hahahaha! You know a thing or two, Miss!”
The sudden action caused the expressions of the warrior party and the southern warriors nearby to change strangely, but Harley simply laughed in satisfaction.
“Girl, from the moment I was carried on Harley’s broad back, it was so hard to control my trembling heart. From the style to the physique, I never dreamed that my ideal type, who I had only imagined for so long, would actually be here in real life.”
Her speech, which had always been calm, became hazy.
No, not just the way you speak, but also your actions.
Now he was hugging her arm and rubbing his cheek.
“This is embarrassing! Hehehe—!”
“How can even your laughter be so hearty?”
Harley, more of a Southern warrior than a Southern warrior.
In other regions, he would be seen as nothing more than a brutal savage, but here, he was literally the most handsome man you could ever dream of.
“Tch, as expected, handsome guys get attracted to girls even if they just sit still! What unlucky luck.”
“Ugh, Misty, the noble desert flower···!”
“Hey, I get what you’re saying, but calm down. That guy isn’t just good-looking. If you mess with him for no reason, you’ll end up in trouble.”
Of course, the jealous gazes of the male warriors who came here with him were also present.
“Huh! Anyway, men should be jealous of what they are jealous of. What kind of jealousy is that when the level difference is that big?”
“By the way, I was also keeping an eye on you, but I never thought Misty would be the first to show up. Oh my, look at those arms, I’m jealous.”
“I thought you had no interest in men at all, but you were just picky?”
Even the regretful gazes of several female warriors poured out on them.
“···Somehow, the whole time I was being carried around, I had my head buried in his back.”
And Lee Se-ah, who was watching them from a distance, muttered with a trembling expression.
When it was agreed to accompany each other according to their mutual interests, Misty insisted on asking Harley to carry her.
Of course, his wide back was more than enough to carry two women, and since it would be more comfortable for a fellow southerner, I just let it slide…
I thought that the way he rubbed his forehead against his back while moving was an action that came out while he was concentrating on maintaining the spell, but it seems that he had been fulfilling his selfish desires since then.
‘But I don’t think you’ve shown it before, why now?’
He didn’t seem like a person who couldn’t tell right from wrong.
As Isiah was quietly looking at Misty, she suddenly realized that her eyes weren’t just hazy, but completely open.
As if completely asleep.
‘···Is that guy talking in his sleep right now?’
I’ve been feeling a bit uneasy for some reason since earlier.
Isiah approached them, who were chattering away, out of curiosity, and carefully shook their shoulders.
As expected, there was no response.
“Hey, Misty? Misty! Come on! This isn’t the time!”
Finally, after Issae screamed and shook her body roughly.
“Hot! Yes, yes? What the heck all of a sudden···.”
Misty opened her eyes wide as if she had just woken up and slowly looked around.
The surrounding eyes are focused this way.
“······.”
Then he slowly raised his head along Harley’s arm that he was hugging.
As her eyes met with his, who was staring blankly down at her, her dark skin began to quickly turn bright red.
“···I’m sorry. I think I lost my mind for a moment.”
Then, as if nothing had happened, he let go of her arm, stepped away from her, and pulled the hood of his robe down low.
For a brief moment, an awkward silence fell over the room.
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“Ugh—rum!”
As if trying to help Misty, who was writhing slightly and twisting her whole body, Saint Riesta, who had been quiet, raised her voice and drew everyone’s attention.
“···What should we do now? It’s starting to get dark. If the Immortal King has intervened, fighting in the darkness might not be a good choice. But I don’t think it would be a good idea to delay any longer.”
But the topic she brought up was certainly something worth thinking about.
Beorsen, shrouded in thick darkness, looked like an odd place to enter at night.
Heinrich looked around the group slowly.
Although they had been running for quite some time, his party members were not skilled enough to handle a forced march of this magnitude.
The Southern warriors joined in and helped to pace things a bit more.
Those warriors were also in fairly good condition thanks to Misty’s magic.
Even though she was a little tired, she had been resting for about an hour since she arrived and was recovering, so the only one who couldn’t fight was Misty, who was almost completely exhausted.
In the midst of my distress, active meetings began to take place in my brain again.
-Harley: I can fight right now!
-Heinz II: Is it really necessary to take such a risk? It would be more certain to wait until daybreak and then go.
-Hubert: It’s frustrating that something that was always connected has been cut off. It’s definitely safer to go after daybreak. Even if Hans has gone crazy, I doubt he’ll try to kill Heinrich and Harley, but you never know what the other party members will do.
-Howard: I think it’s better to go right away if you’re ready! Is Hans the kind of guy who gets stronger at night and weaker during the day?
-Hugo: That’s true, of course. But who knows what might be going on there? Wouldn’t the casualties for the warriors be greater?
-Hesperon: …No, if you think about it, the only answer is to go in right now.
But the meeting soon began to take a turn for the worse when the witty Hesperon began to make his case.
-Hesperon: Right now, Hans is devouring the entire city. To contaminate all the soldiers who will be mobilized for war.
-Hubert: Civilians will probably be included as troops in the process.
-Hesperon: …That’s right. And once that work is done, Hans will immediately move to the next location with Baltheon in front. To prey on the remaining prepared troops.
-Hugo: Now that I think about it, those soldiers, I don’t know what they did, but they completely obeyed Baltheon’s orders. Even if the Immortal King appeared right before their eyes, they wouldn’t have been able to resist.
-Heinz II: I see. Is that aura that surrounds the city right now proof that Hans is still there?
-Hesperon: Now is your only chance. Once Hans starts moving, you will never be able to catch up with his speed. If you plan on stopping him, you can’t give him any more time.
That was the end of the meeting in my brain.
In fact, the moment I realized that victims were continuing to emerge from within, the conclusion may have already been reached.
-Heinrich: Let’s jump right in. And then…
When Heinrich, the final decision maker of the party, revealed his thoughts, the party members nodded in agreement.
Of course, the southern warriors who would accompany them also moved immediately according to that decision.
-Heinrich: …I will definitely put the holy sword into that bastard Hans’ heart.
Heinrich’s footsteps, filled with irritation and anger, headed towards Beorsen, the city where Hans resided.
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“Just trust us, Harley! Even if it means dying, we won’t let the thugs get one step closer!”
“Actually, that’s all we can do.”
“···But the previous chieftain Baltheon isn’t the problem. I didn’t know the Immortal King would be behind him.”
The trio of Southern warriors who accompanied Harley.
They whispered softly next to him as they approached the city, as if to relieve tension.
As we shared our memories on the way here, I already knew full well why they were here.
They were from the South and were in regular contact with their hometown while living as mercenaries, and it is said that during this time they learned that suspicious things were happening in the South.
As they talked, each with their own uneasiness, they realized that in fact, all three of them had the same thoughts.
He stopped by Hubert’s Store on the way, left a letter for Harley, and then headed straight south.
“Oh, now that I think about it, I wrote a lot of embarrassing things in that letter. Harley, I think it would be best to just throw it away without reading it.”
“···Ahem, I think so too.”
Coming down south, they happened to meet Misty, who had just escaped from captivity and was being chased by pursuers.
After that, he helped her and, after many twists and turns, gathered the warriors who had not yet fallen to Baltheon, and eventually came here.
‘It seems like these kids have had quite the adventure so far.’
Even so, I wonder if Harley will only do it himself.
He nodded contentedly and looked up at the gates of Beorsen.
Although it was a desert city, there were quite a few monsters roaming around here, so a wall made of bricks made of compacted sand surrounded the entire city.
In the middle of it all, a firmly closed gate blocked their path.
“···The door is closed, but there aren’t any soldiers guarding it.”
Heinrich tilted his head slightly.
The quietest way would be for the entire force to climb over the walls stealthily, but Hans would already know they were approaching.
Then, it would be better for a few people to climb over the wall and forcefully open the door.
Before he could even open his mouth to say anything after finishing his thoughts.
At that time, Harley had already strode towards the gate without thinking.
“Wait a minute, Hal···!”
“Hrachacha—!”
After swinging a large fist towards the gate.
Kwaaaaang—!
It wasn’t really a physical mutation or the use of the scales of a mad dragon.
The fist, which had been swinging at a speed far exceeding the speed of sound, was lodged in the gate.
Kkwaddeuk—! Kkwarung! Kwaaang—!
The large metal-lined door was fired into the wall like a cannonball.
And along the path that the rickety, dented gate passed, there was a series of sounds of something breaking and collapsing inside.
The most splendid signal to open war.
“Kwaaaaak!”
“Khuuu—!”
Then, as if provoked by it, bizarre, angry screams began to echo throughout the castle.
“Huh? Why? You called me?”
“···It’s nothing. Good job, Harley.”
Although it was sudden, it allowed us to see that there was a considerable number of enemy forces lying in wait inside.
And that too in a state of already losing one’s reason.
“Let’s go. We’ll take the lead.”
“Ooh! Good!”
So, with the warrior party leading the way.
A force poured into the city to kill the chieftain Baltheon and the immortal king Hannibal Strauss.
