“Your Majesty! The elite unit has been annihilated.”
Even from the rear where he was standing, he could see the vanguard troops collapsing. However, he couldn’t see the situation properly because of the gray dust that obscured his vision.
He felt the soldiers who had been densely packed in front of him stop moving forward and, when the vanguard collapsed and the enemy attacked, the entire army was pushed back as if they were being swept away without being prepared for a surprise attack. It was as if the soldiers were rushing towards him like a wave.
He was flustered and pressed his adjutant.
“The elite troops were annihilated?”
“They cut down the vanguard first.”
The adjutant, who had turned his horse around to report the situation from the vanguard and was running frantically, said, panting.
“It seems that the surprise attack force dug in between the elite troops and the second army, and the Duke of Temnes personally attacked the elite knights.”
“What? Who attacked?”
“Judging by the armor and flag, the enemy’s vanguard is presumed to be Duke Temnes himself.”
A vein bulged on Valquiterre’s forehead.
‘That bastard Kaian!’
At first glance, the idea of fighting a civil war with Temnes praised as the best-armed family in the Kingdom of Oberon, might seem absurd. After all, the Duke of Temnes was the shield of Oberon that had been revered for generations.
However, Valquiterre had experience in leading and winning long wars.
That was why he could think of attacking Rowen with the Kingdom’s army. Even considering the report that Kaian had played with numbers to some extent, Valquiterre had far more Kingdom troops at his disposal.
He was flustered and pressed his adjutant.
“The elite troops were annihilated?”
“They cut down the vanguard first.”
The adjutant, who had turned his horse around to report the situation from the vanguard and was running frantically, said, panting.
“It seems that the surprise attack force dug in between the elite troops and the second army, and the Duke of Temnes personally attacked the elite knights.”
“What? Who attacked?”
“Judging by the armor and flag, the enemy’s vanguard is presumed to be Duke Temnes himself.”
A vein bulged on Valquiterre’s forehead.
‘That bastard Kaian!’
At first glance, the idea of fighting a civil war with Temnes praised as the best-armed family in the Kingdom of Oberon, might seem absurd. After all, the Duke of Temnes was the shield of Oberon that had been revered for generations.
However, Valquiterre had experience in leading and winning long wars.
That was why he could think of attacking Rowen with the Kingdom’s army. Even considering the report that Kaian had played with numbers to some extent, Valquiterre had far more Kingdom troops at his disposal.
His personal military capabilities could be a bit disadvantageous if he were to fight them directly. He didn’t think he would be inferior to Kaian in swordsmanship, but he never knew until he fought him.
Valquiterre had been leading his army south toward Rowen for several weeks, and many things had been bothering him.
Many soldiers had returned from the battlefield that had brought great glory to the Kingdom of Oberon.
He couldn’t understand why they kept failing to communicate as if they were a rabble who had just set out on a long journey with their weapons.
What Valquiterre had overlooked here was that the one who had led the royal army that had set a record of great victory and consecutive victories was Kaian.
The ability of the one who leads an army is important.
Valquiterre believed that he had led that war by ordering Kaian to go on an expedition and receiving reports of the situation from the capital.
Kaian was also just a pawn who had to go wherever he was told. He didn’t want to overestimate Kaian, who had fought and clashed with his body on the battlefield, and he disparaged him because he didn’t want to overestimate him.
“Your Majesty.”
The adjutant who was urging him couldn’t hide his fear as he watched the vanguard in the distance being pushed toward them like a black wave.
‘What do you want me to do?’
Even in the midst of all this, Valquiterre was unable to quickly regain his judgment about the events that had occurred so quickly.
“Retreat, give the order to retreat.”
“That is impossible!”
Valquiterre immediately became angry.
In war, a fight is important, and if he were to withdraw his soldiers right here, it would be as good as losing before he even started.
Waaah!
Uhhhhh!
However, when the soldiers in the vanguard who had collapsed instinctively turned around to run away, they were met with the spears and shields of the main force.
As they clashed with each other, not the enemy, and screams erupted, another adjutant rode up on horseback.
“Your Majesty. We must retreat.”
“Our troops are clashing. Before the damage increases, give the order quickly...”
Was this what war was like?
Valquiterre felt his hands and feet grow cold and froze without realizing it.
“Yes. Retreat for now.”
As soon as he said this, the adjutants rode back toward the vanguard as if they had been waiting, and the soldiers, including him, quickly retreated.
Before Valquiterre could even get his horse on, the entire army retreated, and before his master could give the order, the horse turned and ran through the crowded gap toward the rear.
Evan leaned back on the soft, woolen chair.
He stared blankly at the bunk.
In the barracks, across from the chair he was sitting on, the drunken Duke of Vermont was fast asleep, oblivious to the world.
“Good luck.”
Besides the royal family and Temnes, many families were obsessed with the symbolic color of their bloodline.
However, the degree was different.
When a child with a white color was born, it was often considered special and a blessing, and there was no case in the kingdom of Oberon where the color of the hair determined whether the life born would be protected or rejected.
He was a polar opposite and a traitor to the Vermont family.
Born into such a family as a 'pure-blooded Vermont', he must have walked a glorious path his entire life.
After seeing Irena and the Duchess of Vermont briefly when he went to the capital, Evan's attitude changed a little.
Rebelling against the Duke of Vermont was tantamount to harming his own blood relatives.
Of course, if the Duke of Vermont had not ruined Evan's life in that way, it would have been an irreparable punishment.
However, after witnessing the misfortune of his niece and sister-in-law, the guilt that had been weighing on his mind when he thought of his deceased parents disappeared.
'Evan. I'm sorry I couldn't stop my husband. I, I didn't know him properly.'
The Duke of Vermont, who had done so shamelessly, was doing so well.
He even gave Evan a firm rebuke.
'Since you're a Vermonter, even if you do something great, it should be an honor to our family.'
When he bought the Sol Continent mercenary group with money, the initiative would have naturally been with the Duke of Vermont, but when he realized that the mercenary group would not listen to him and only follow Evan's orders, he was afraid that he would lose the credit, so he did not hesitate to say such things.
"Thanks to you, everything went according to plan."
He went out on his own, being greedy and wanting to make a military achievement.
"The battlefield is the perfect place where everything can be covered up no matter what happens."
Evan looked at the Duke of Vermont with dark eyes, who was worse than his mortal enemy.
He could guarantee that if there was anyone who dreaded Temnes the most in this generation, it was him.
The fight between Vermont and Temnes was something that was almost brainwashed while he was born and raised in the family.
It was something that the Duke of Vermont, who sat at the very top of the family, or 'using even the fight for power politically', was absolutely unacceptable to those who did not consider such things.
That was the reason why people who were not blood relatives of the family clashed with each other in a distant place like the capital and ended up fighting.
But now, the Duke of Vermont was more terrifying.
How far would a person go in the name of a greater cause?
Evan was putting himself to the test.
“Chief.”
A voice called him from outside the barracks.
“What’s going on?”
Without lifting the tent completely, the shabby man stuck one eye out through the triangular slit on his arm and said.
“They say it’s a message from the King. Would you like to see it?”
“Hand it over here.”
Then, an envelope was shoved into the barracks and Evan snatched it away, and the arm disappeared back out.
However, before Evan could open it and read it, several other subordinates rushed into the barracks.
“What is it?”
“What happened?”
“We’re doing this to ourselves. Aren’t we?”
They rushed at Evan like a pack of dogs, demanding praise.
“Quiet.”
They kept their mouths shut, but their eyes were wide open and their heads tilted back, revealing a look of madness as if they were curious about what was written in Evan’s hand.
Evan quickly unfolded the letter and read it.
“They say they were ambushed.”
“A surprise attack?”
“Some of the vanguard was annihilated, so they want you guys sent.”
The 3rd Legion was a unit comprised mostly of young rookies who were participating in this war for the first time.
With one veteran knight, the rest were mostly energetic young men. As the sages used to say, a puppy doesn’t know how scary a tiger is.
“Hehe. They didn’t even realize that they had food poisoning, not a strange disease.”
The 3rd Legion in question was mistaken for an infectious disease by the Sol Continent’s mercenaries.
Among the rare plants on the Sol Continent, there is a plant that removes toxins from the body and provides nutrition, but those who ate it for the first time were unable to adapt and vomited and suffered from diarrhea.
And then, the mercenary group stayed behind, not advancing with the 3rd Corps, under the pretext of treating them and helping with relief.
They were ignorant bastards who had been muttering that it was time for their swords to taste blood when they crossed the southern seas on a boat.
When they actually came to the continent of Ita, they complained that Evan had stopped wielding his sword and was only thinking, and it was funny to see the King, the Duke, and other great people being treated like their puppets.
“What are we going to do?”
“What can we do? It’s time for you to get your wish.”
The mercenaries’ eyes sparkled at Evan’s words.
“Get ready for battle and advance.”
Just like when they came, they swarmed out.
Evan looked at Duke Vermont and said,
“It’s time for you to come to your senses.”
“Your Majesty. I’m sorry to inform you, but the enemy leader has requested a private meeting.”
Valquiterre’s first defeat was painful.
The infantry units, wearing heavy armor, fell like dominoes to the friendly forces rushing in from the front, tangled with each other.
Should we call it a stroke of luck that the enemy couldn’t attack right away because those guys piled up in the middle? How can we have a one-on-one meeting when we can’t hide our resentment?
“They’re traitors. What kind of conversation can we have with them?”
However, the battle had already been decided in the first game. The problem was that the adjutants were looking troubled and begged him to step forward and ‘talk’ to reduce the burden on the troops.
In the end, barracks sent by both armies were set up in the middle of the wide plains of Promhunt.
Kaian and Valquiterre undressed in front of the commanders sent by the opposing army, checked for hidden weapons, and then entered the barracks. When they slumped down on their chairs in displeasure, Kaian placed a rather large bottle of alcohol in the middle of the table.
“How about a drink after a long time?”
Valquiterre had been leading his army south toward Rowen for several weeks, and many things had been bothering him.
Many soldiers had returned from the battlefield that had brought great glory to the Kingdom of Oberon.
He couldn’t understand why they kept failing to communicate as if they were a rabble who had just set out on a long journey with their weapons.
What Valquiterre had overlooked here was that the one who had led the royal army that had set a record of great victory and consecutive victories was Kaian.
The ability of the one who leads an army is important.
Valquiterre believed that he had led that war by ordering Kaian to go on an expedition and receiving reports of the situation from the capital.
Kaian was also just a pawn who had to go wherever he was told. He didn’t want to overestimate Kaian, who had fought and clashed with his body on the battlefield, and he disparaged him because he didn’t want to overestimate him.
“Your Majesty.”
The adjutant who was urging him couldn’t hide his fear as he watched the vanguard in the distance being pushed toward them like a black wave.
‘What do you want me to do?’
Even in the midst of all this, Valquiterre was unable to quickly regain his judgment about the events that had occurred so quickly.
“Retreat, give the order to retreat.”
“That is impossible!”
Valquiterre immediately became angry.
In war, a fight is important, and if he were to withdraw his soldiers right here, it would be as good as losing before he even started.
Waaah!
Uhhhhh!
However, when the soldiers in the vanguard who had collapsed instinctively turned around to run away, they were met with the spears and shields of the main force.
As they clashed with each other, not the enemy, and screams erupted, another adjutant rode up on horseback.
“Your Majesty. We must retreat.”
“Our troops are clashing. Before the damage increases, give the order quickly...”
Was this what war was like?
Valquiterre felt his hands and feet grow cold and froze without realizing it.
“Yes. Retreat for now.”
As soon as he said this, the adjutants rode back toward the vanguard as if they had been waiting, and the soldiers, including him, quickly retreated.
Before Valquiterre could even get his horse on, the entire army retreated, and before his master could give the order, the horse turned and ran through the crowded gap toward the rear.
***
Evan leaned back on the soft, woolen chair.
He stared blankly at the bunk.
In the barracks, across from the chair he was sitting on, the drunken Duke of Vermont was fast asleep, oblivious to the world.
“Good luck.”
Besides the royal family and Temnes, many families were obsessed with the symbolic color of their bloodline.
However, the degree was different.
When a child with a white color was born, it was often considered special and a blessing, and there was no case in the kingdom of Oberon where the color of the hair determined whether the life born would be protected or rejected.
He was a polar opposite and a traitor to the Vermont family.
Born into such a family as a 'pure-blooded Vermont', he must have walked a glorious path his entire life.
After seeing Irena and the Duchess of Vermont briefly when he went to the capital, Evan's attitude changed a little.
Rebelling against the Duke of Vermont was tantamount to harming his own blood relatives.
Of course, if the Duke of Vermont had not ruined Evan's life in that way, it would have been an irreparable punishment.
However, after witnessing the misfortune of his niece and sister-in-law, the guilt that had been weighing on his mind when he thought of his deceased parents disappeared.
'Evan. I'm sorry I couldn't stop my husband. I, I didn't know him properly.'
The Duke of Vermont, who had done so shamelessly, was doing so well.
He even gave Evan a firm rebuke.
'Since you're a Vermonter, even if you do something great, it should be an honor to our family.'
When he bought the Sol Continent mercenary group with money, the initiative would have naturally been with the Duke of Vermont, but when he realized that the mercenary group would not listen to him and only follow Evan's orders, he was afraid that he would lose the credit, so he did not hesitate to say such things.
"Thanks to you, everything went according to plan."
He went out on his own, being greedy and wanting to make a military achievement.
"The battlefield is the perfect place where everything can be covered up no matter what happens."
Evan looked at the Duke of Vermont with dark eyes, who was worse than his mortal enemy.
He could guarantee that if there was anyone who dreaded Temnes the most in this generation, it was him.
The fight between Vermont and Temnes was something that was almost brainwashed while he was born and raised in the family.
It was something that the Duke of Vermont, who sat at the very top of the family, or 'using even the fight for power politically', was absolutely unacceptable to those who did not consider such things.
That was the reason why people who were not blood relatives of the family clashed with each other in a distant place like the capital and ended up fighting.
But now, the Duke of Vermont was more terrifying.
How far would a person go in the name of a greater cause?
Evan was putting himself to the test.
“Chief.”
A voice called him from outside the barracks.
“What’s going on?”
Without lifting the tent completely, the shabby man stuck one eye out through the triangular slit on his arm and said.
“They say it’s a message from the King. Would you like to see it?”
“Hand it over here.”
Then, an envelope was shoved into the barracks and Evan snatched it away, and the arm disappeared back out.
However, before Evan could open it and read it, several other subordinates rushed into the barracks.
“What is it?”
“What happened?”
“We’re doing this to ourselves. Aren’t we?”
They rushed at Evan like a pack of dogs, demanding praise.
“Quiet.”
They kept their mouths shut, but their eyes were wide open and their heads tilted back, revealing a look of madness as if they were curious about what was written in Evan’s hand.
Evan quickly unfolded the letter and read it.
“They say they were ambushed.”
“A surprise attack?”
“Some of the vanguard was annihilated, so they want you guys sent.”
The 3rd Legion was a unit comprised mostly of young rookies who were participating in this war for the first time.
With one veteran knight, the rest were mostly energetic young men. As the sages used to say, a puppy doesn’t know how scary a tiger is.
“Hehe. They didn’t even realize that they had food poisoning, not a strange disease.”
The 3rd Legion in question was mistaken for an infectious disease by the Sol Continent’s mercenaries.
Among the rare plants on the Sol Continent, there is a plant that removes toxins from the body and provides nutrition, but those who ate it for the first time were unable to adapt and vomited and suffered from diarrhea.
And then, the mercenary group stayed behind, not advancing with the 3rd Corps, under the pretext of treating them and helping with relief.
They were ignorant bastards who had been muttering that it was time for their swords to taste blood when they crossed the southern seas on a boat.
When they actually came to the continent of Ita, they complained that Evan had stopped wielding his sword and was only thinking, and it was funny to see the King, the Duke, and other great people being treated like their puppets.
“What are we going to do?”
“What can we do? It’s time for you to get your wish.”
The mercenaries’ eyes sparkled at Evan’s words.
“Get ready for battle and advance.”
Just like when they came, they swarmed out.
Evan looked at Duke Vermont and said,
“It’s time for you to come to your senses.”
***
“Your Majesty. I’m sorry to inform you, but the enemy leader has requested a private meeting.”
Valquiterre’s first defeat was painful.
The infantry units, wearing heavy armor, fell like dominoes to the friendly forces rushing in from the front, tangled with each other.
Should we call it a stroke of luck that the enemy couldn’t attack right away because those guys piled up in the middle? How can we have a one-on-one meeting when we can’t hide our resentment?
“They’re traitors. What kind of conversation can we have with them?”
However, the battle had already been decided in the first game. The problem was that the adjutants were looking troubled and begged him to step forward and ‘talk’ to reduce the burden on the troops.
In the end, barracks sent by both armies were set up in the middle of the wide plains of Promhunt.
Kaian and Valquiterre undressed in front of the commanders sent by the opposing army, checked for hidden weapons, and then entered the barracks. When they slumped down on their chairs in displeasure, Kaian placed a rather large bottle of alcohol in the middle of the table.
“How about a drink after a long time?”
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