The Indomitable Martial King Chapter 117

“Waaaa!”

Later, this war, which the historians of the Kingdom of Crovence called the Redant Revolution, ended in a great victory for Prince Yubel’s army, leaving numerous corpses of the Karsas army dead.

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The Karsas army retreated to the royal capital, Crotin, leaving behind only about 3,000 troops. Prince Yubel’s army, which achieved a great victory, did not march straight to the royal capital, but headed to Count Hendrick’s castle located near the Redant Plain.

Count Hendrick, who occupied most of the granary area of ​​the Redant Plain, had been deprived of his territory and was being chased because he sided with Prince Yubel. Count Hendrick, who had regained his territory, was happy, shedding tears, and the people who saw countless soldiers coming were trembling with fear. It was because of the fear of how cruel the exploitation would continue as the people’s hearts had already become increasingly unsightly due to the great famine.

However, Prince Yubel’s army, which had sufficient grain, rather than looting, instead released grain to the starving people and stabilized the public sentiment. It was not because the nobles on Prince Yubel’s side were particularly interested in the welfare of the people, but because so many of them had merchant backgrounds, they thoroughly reviewed and reported back and forth. Since we have enough military supplies anyway, it would be more advantageous to provide them now and turn public sentiment in this direction.

Thanks to this, parties were taking place throughout Hendrick’s territory to celebrate Prince Yubel’s victory. All the soldiers and citizens ate and drank while praising Yubel’s name out loud.

“Long live Prince Yubel!”

“Our true king!”

Yubel, who was looking down from the balcony of Count Hendrick’s castle, smiled bitterly.

“Those who cheered Karsas until yesterday are now changing their attitude. “My maternal grandfather.”

To put it bluntly, the popularity of Karsas and Yubel was so overwhelming that it would be difficult to even compare them. It has changed so much… … .

Count Peonin, who was nearby, said with a cheerful expression.

“A true king shines brightly even in the darkness and opens the way. “Your Majesty’s brilliance as King has opened the eyes of those who were deluded, so how could we not chant your Majesty’s name?”

All kinds of rhetoric flows out naturally as if the mouth is greased. Yubel sneered.

“What kind of bonfire am I? What is Hwigwang… … .”

The best king is one who can simply feed the common people on time. Although he was stigmatized as a libertine because he fell in love with Finia, Yubel was actually not a foolish prince. He has the cool-headedness to not be deceived by the cheers in front of him.

Count Peonin grinned at Yubel’s sarcasm.

“It’s the truth, Your Majesty, and I know it, but still, speaking like this is a noble way of speaking.”

“I guess so.”

After shrugging his shoulders, Yubel left the balcony and returned to the living room. Count Peonin followed him and spoke.

“Prince Karsas appears to be preparing for a defensive battle while staying in the royal capital of Krotin. And I heard that Count Wet and Baron Terzen came running to swear allegiance to Your Majesty a little while ago, so you will need to have an audience with them soon.”

Count Wet and Baron Terzen were nobles who remained neutral in this war of succession. They, who are related to Lord Hartbergen, an Auror, believed this and have never participated in the civil war.

Yubel, who clearly guessed what was going on, smacked his lips.

“You’re all raccoons.”

Currently, neutral nobles who pledged their loyalty in this way were arriving one after another on Yubel’s side. Until now, they had only been watching the match, but now that the victory was clearly tilted in favor of Prince Yubel’s army, they rushed in to gain even a little bit of advantage.

“It’s just aristocratic.”

Count Peonin answered as if it were obvious.

The reason why the neutral nobles, who had been silent when Karsas was showing overwhelming superiority, now came to support Yubel was simple.

In fact, from the neutral nobles’ point of view, there was not much benefit to taking the winning side of Karsas.

Most of the nobles of Prince Yubel’s army are merchants and have a lot of wealth, but that is only the wealth of merchants. It is a top link with each country, a trading system, commercial rights, etc. In short, it is a liquid asset with value that cannot be properly utilized unless you are a merchant. This means that the territory itself is not that great.

As long as the Duke of Fernando and the Marquis of Brozen exist, no matter how much they contribute under Carsás, they cannot receive a large enough reward to participate in politics. However, if you want to be compensated with territory, it is obvious that Prince Yubel’s army must be defeated to receive territory. After giving everything to the nobles under those two noble families, there was almost nothing left to return to them. It would have been better to declare neutrality and preserve the family’s power.

On the other hand, the two major noble families that supported Carsas, the Duke of Ferdinand and the Marquis of Brozen, were traditional powerhouses with the largest territory and power in the kingdom. The territory of the nobles under him is also vast. Since ancient times, the greatest asset is real estate! If Yubel wins, he can expect to be granted a considerable area of ​​territory.

“Still, Auror users such as Sir Hartbergen, Sir Grandiard, and Sir Jeklik still advocate neutrality, Your Highness.”

Count Peonin looked disappointed as he recalled the names of the three Auror users of Crovence Kingdom who did not participate in the civil war. Suddenly he looked at Yubel and asked.

“Why not ask them in the king’s name? They didn’t accept it in the past, but now… … .”

Yubel firmly cut off his grandfather’s words and asked him a question.

“What do you regret about us?”

Count Peonin twitched his beard with an expression of realization.

“Well, that’s right.”

There was a time when I worked hard to hope that at least one of them would participate in the war. Prince Jubel’s maternal relative, Count Peonin himself, even visited the place in person. Of course, I had to return without even being able to meet him. Count Peonin was that desperate for the presence of an Auror user.

But now things were different. Auror users rot here too. I feel full just by looking at it. There is no need to open your hands to those who boasted about their Auror abilities.

“But there is a possibility that Karsas will lend a hand.”

“It will be okay. “None of you three have the personality to declare neutrality based on practical reasons.”

When the civil war broke out, the three Auror users, including Hartbergen, went into hiding using illness as an excuse. The idea of ​​an Auror user getting sick is not even a joke. He had to take it for granted that he had declared neutrality. However, Yubel, who had met them at the palace, knew their personalities well.

“It is different from other nobles who declared neutrality based on practical reasons. Is it because those guys are really, seriously unable to point a sword at either me or Karsas? As a knight who has sworn loyalty to the king and country, if you choose me, you will be betraying the country, and if you choose Karsas, you will be betraying the king.”

As such, there was no way I could have chosen Karsas now. Given their nature, if they had made up their minds, they would have already entrusted themselves to either Yubel or Karsas.

Count Peonin jumped at Yubel’s calm words.

“That is the stupidest part about them! How can choosing Prince Yubel be a betrayal of the country!”

I admit that Karsas is good. However, Count Peonin was confident that the grandson in front of him was no less a vessel for the king. Aren’t they still showing calmness and cool-headedness in observing the situation without being shaken by worldly rumors? There are very few people at such a young age who can calmly accept even their own stories and see reality.

“Really, if it weren’t for that quirk… … .”

Count Peonin muttered with a dissatisfied look on his face. It was because I thought of the dwarf girl who was still guarding Yubel in an unseen place inside the living room.

‘If that lowly thing hadn’t happened, those rumors wouldn’t have spread, and then it would have been evaluated fairly from the beginning!’

Yubel scratched his cheek as he looked at his grandfather’s wrinkled, dissatisfied face.

‘Actually, it’s only because I have Finnea… … .’

Yubel was raised as a prince since he was young. Because there was a solid heir to the throne named Telion, as the second prince, he had few duties and a lot of power. There was a good chance that he would become a foolish prince who mistakenly believed that everything in the world existed for him and that all the flattery directed at him was true.

It was Finia who stopped it. She was a dwarf who could hear the voice of truth, and as such, she was able to tell Yubel between the truth and lies of her subjects. The fact that dwarves can hear the voice of truth is already forgotten among humans. Everyone had no idea and flattered Finnia to their heart’s content, full of lies. Each time, Phinea separated the truth from lies and distinguished between her loyalists and treacherous subjects. Without her, Yubel would not have been able to look at reality so clearly.

“Well, I don’t think I’m that bad, but… … .”

Yubel blurted out the end and smiled to himself.

‘But Karsas was better, right?’

Yubel himself was able to grow to this level as a powerful prince thanks to Finia. However, Karsas was able to distinguish between flatterers and loyalists without any such thing, and through diligent training, he became a knight with amazing martial arts skills, and also reached the heights through repeated efforts in strategy and administration.

‘So I actually thought Karsas was better suited for the throne, but… … .’

But Yubel knew. Since Karsas is a very suitable person for the throne, there is no way he will spare his life if he becomes king.

It is not simply a desire for power. As Karsas himself has a flaw in his lineage as king, Yubel’s very existence can continue to confuse the country. Although he was sad as a blood-sharing cousin, he was a person who, as the king, would mercilessly kill Prince Yubel for the future and well-being of the country.

No, I definitely will. Because he had the qualities of a true king who truly cared and loved his people!

‘What can I do? Eight sons have become like this, so if you don’t want to die, you have no choice but to become king.’

If Karsas was truly worried about the future of the Kingdom of Crovence and wanted to ascend to the throne, Yubel had to become king just to survive. When I think of the people of the kingdom, I feel truly sorry.

Looking out the window, Yubel muttered with a stern expression.

“You must become king. A king who truly cares for his people.”

Because that would be the minimum reward for this country.

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The backyard of Count Hendrick’s Castle.

A boy was doing push-ups in an empty lot with no people around.

“Thirty two, so depressed… … ! “Thirty years old!”

The red-haired boy who could only do push-ups and had a solemn expression fighting against a million soldiers was Silan, who gained fame among Prince Yubel’s army by being called the ‘young saint’ due to this battle.

The sight of a young boy in his mid-teens at most, who only looked like a girl, not being afraid of a spear or a knife and performing healing techniques without even blinking an eye at a terrible wound was enough to deeply impress both enemies and allies.

What’s more, this incredible divine power is on a different level from that of other priests? Thanks to Silan, the number of soldiers and knights who came back from the brink of death was enormous. Everyone was in awe of Silan, the savior of life, and were praising him and Goddess Philanense loudly.

Of course, Silan didn’t care what anyone was talking about, and just continued to concentrate on building his muscles under the guidance of his personal trainer(?) Reppenhardt.

“Thirty fourssss! Thirty-da-da-da-da… … !”

It is a natural duty for a priest to treat a patient, so there is nothing to be proud of. Rather, it’s better to become a man, spread your shoulders and puff out your chest in front of beautiful women!

This was Silan’s way of thinking. It can be said that his personality is ambiguous as to whether he is truly a saint or a snob.

“Gyeong! I can’t do it… … .”

Slurp!

In the end, Silan falls to the floor after failing his 35th push-up. Reppenhardt, who was watching next to him, shook his head and stretched out his hand.

“Okay, that’s it for now. “Let’s relax our muscles and rest for a bit, then let’s do squats.”

Golden aura flowed like fog from the outstretched hand and enveloped the fallen Silan’s entire body. It was Jim Unbreakable’s unique method of relaxing the muscles of the entire body and relieving fatigue. Silan, who had become a little fatter, staggered to his feet and spread his legs to take a stance.

“Okay, this is a squat.”

Squats are a way to train your lower body muscles and, simply put, sit down and stand up. The sight of him shaking his head and immediately moving on to the next exercise seems to match the tenacity of a first-class warrior. Reppenhardt quickly dissuaded Silan.

“Hey, did you rest for now? “I’ve told you over and over again that you shouldn’t overwork.”

“Oh, that’s right. Tsk.”

Even though his whole body was complaining of muscle pain, Silan kept clicking his tongue as to what he was so sorry about. What to say, at this point, I thought she was at the point where she could move her body with her mental power. She was so sad that she was born with a body like this.

Silan suddenly tilted his head towards Reppenhardt, who was looking pitiful.

“Anyway, what is Siris doing over there?”

Under a beautiful tree in a clearing far away, an elf girl with white blonde hair and brown skin was squatting. What he is facing is a girl with a translucent shape.

Leffenhardt pursed his lips.

“hmm… … Social activities?”

Siris was pleading hard.

“I’m sorry, Sarana, okay? calm down.”

And in front of him, Sarana, the wind spirit, a girl with a translucent body, continues to snort with a pouty face.

“… … “Heungheung!”

Originally, Siris, like Silan, gathered in this vacant lot to practice elemental arts. Unlike the Danheim clan, which was still proficient in handling only fire spirits, she had already reached the level of summoning three of the seven major spirits, including Sarana, the wind spirit, Ignasis, the fire spirit, and Nymphia, the water spirit. What was important about her was that she was a contractor for the Demon Palace Nihil Ren. Of course, the level itself was not as good as that of other elves who had lived for a long time, and Ignasis was only the size of a human.

So, I summoned Ignasis and Nymphia, practiced, and then called Sarana, the wind spirit. Sarana, as expected, had been stepping on it too much recently, and remembered Siris’s ‘atrocities’. Since she was a spirit, she seemed to have a better memory than a carp.

“It was a life-threatening battle, so there was nothing I could do. We’re friends, right? Are you going to vent your anger?”

“… … “Heungheungheung!”

She was sweating profusely and tried her best to soothe her, but her expression still did not relax. Eventually she fades away and Sarana, as she puts it, ‘gone with the wind.’

“Tsk… … .”

A soft voice came from behind Siris, who frowned while biting her thumb.

“See, you said I was going to get upset, right?”

After casting a glance at Reppenhardt, who looked triumphant, Siris stood up. And shrugged his shoulders.

“Well, if I call you again in a day or two, I’ll forget everything. “It’s better than carp, but the spirits’ memory is still there.”

“… … Are you really friends with a spirit?”

“Hohoho, true friendship means accepting both the other person’s strengths and weaknesses.”

Seeing Siris smiling brightly gives me a strange chill. Leffenhardt trembled slightly.

‘Was he always like this?’

Somehow, as time went by, it seemed like my true nature was becoming more and more revealed. Ah, actually, my personality in my previous life was all coy!

Siris smiled and came to Reppenhardt’s side. Suddenly her expression calmed down.

“Prince Karsas was not an ordinary man. “As a knight, a commander, and a leader.”

“I guess so.”

Originally, he was the one who would become the current soldier that would remain in the history of the Kingdom of Crovence.

“In fact, wouldn’t the people of Crovence be happier if Prince Carsás became king?”

“You don’t know that.”