“Valquiterre. Never regret it.”
Since he had lost his weapon, he was out of the fight, but they had to fight as they were.
However, Valquiterre did not see the front line crumbling as soon as he turned and rode his horse.
It was because he was desperate to avoid Kaian, who was chasing him from behind as if he were going to cut off his head at any moment.
He was truly unfortunate.
He was hungry for his parents’ warm encouragement and his brother’s words.
In the golden palace bathed in the dazzling sunlight, Valquiterre was always cold and hungry somewhere.
A child lacking affection never learned how to ask for what he wanted.
He would just harass or rebel.
“Your Majesty! This way!”
The royal army parted like the ebb tide, making way for him, and he headed there on his own.
Then, in an instant, the Sol Continent mercenaries of Vermont grabbed their swords and rode their horses quickly to escort him.
‘Haa.’
Even the old fox is useful.
Valquiterre, who had taken a breath, rode alongside them for a while toward the north.
Boom.
In an instant, Valquiterre's body hung in the air as he was caught in the spear extended from the side.
Phuhihing.
The horse, who had lost its master, ran as far as it could, its back lightened.
Thud.
His body movements slowed down due to his armor, and he slipped from the spearhead to the ground.
“Huk. Huk.”
Valquiterre, who was panting in pain, clearly saw the flag of Vermont before his eyes.
“Duke of Vermont? Cough.”
Crack.
Without answering, the mercenaries surrounded him and put their swords to his neck.
“Yes, you betrayed me!”
As he shouted in anger, the Duke of Vermont took off the helmet he had been wearing.
Valquiterre opened his eyes wide as he saw the long red hair pouring out of the helmet.
“You, you...”
The scars of the civil war were already too deep to turn back.
The nobles who had not even dreamed of returning to their own territory all year long and had only focused on social gatherings had split. They were watching each other’s moods, saying, “There is urgent business in the territory,” and hurriedly returned to their own bases, watching the situation like wild animals with their eyes outside their burrows.
Even so, they hoped he would change his mind.
Before someone’s son was cut down by the swords pointed at each other and someone’s husband’s life was lost.
The Civil War tormented the hearts of those who fought much more.
When they annihilated the enemy to protect the country, they took lives that did not belong to the kingdom, “for the glory of Oberon.”
Now, the faction war within the same country has become a confrontation, and it has reached a point where he has to cut down what he once sent behind his back and protect himself.
That has subtly made the tip of Kaian’s sword dull, and he may have to hang himself in return.
'Is it too late?'
The size of the Kingdom's army had nearly doubled.
So Evan used his hands to tie up some soldiers and deliberately attacked the enemy's vanguard.
The blood that had started to flow would only stop when it was finished.
"Even if you regret it, the blood soaking into the ground will not easily disappear."
Valquiterre would have to take responsibility for his choice.
The situation of the Kingdom's army was extremely chaotic.
Why wouldn't it be?
When they advanced to Pagos, they thought they would quickly subdue the serfs who were just scraping for land and eating the grain they had collected, and they would have fun until the rearguard came down.
There were already a considerable number of wounded and dead in the Kingdom's army due to the unexpectedly fierce resistance. Furthermore, since they could not obtain the food warehouse, many people caught colds as they had to eat poorly in the chilly early winter weather.
"Is the Duke of Temnes really that great?"
"That's true."
"They are fearlessly charging towards us on horseback. It was like seeing a black gust of wind.”
Kaian’s surprise attack was a strategic move since the Kingdom’s army was far behind the Rowen soldiers, but in addition to beating up the elite troops at the front of the enemy and taking them as prisoners, he had an unexpected benefit.
Kaian’s skills became widely known within the Kingdom’s army.
No matter how great his achievements were, if he had not seen the actual tragedy of the battlefield with his own eyes, he would have thought so.
Could it be that the reputation of the general who brought victory was exaggerated?
Who knows. Could it be that he had stolen all the merits of the men who had died on the battlefield?
Kaian’s performance before his eyes was enough to dispel such doubts.
The experienced elite knights were surprised before they could even draw their swords and were hit by the spearmen’s poles and fell off their horses.
It was fortunate that the men who could not move properly due to the shock did not get trampled under the excited hooves of their horses.
Thanks to that, an entire battalion of elite knights in the vanguard fell into Kaian's hands as prisoners.
"We were very strong when we were on the same side. Now that we're enemies, we're scary."
The nobles who had not even dreamed of returning to their own territory all year long and had only focused on social gatherings had split. They were watching each other’s moods, saying, “There is urgent business in the territory,” and hurriedly returned to their own bases, watching the situation like wild animals with their eyes outside their burrows.
Even so, they hoped he would change his mind.
Before someone’s son was cut down by the swords pointed at each other and someone’s husband’s life was lost.
The Civil War tormented the hearts of those who fought much more.
When they annihilated the enemy to protect the country, they took lives that did not belong to the kingdom, “for the glory of Oberon.”
Now, the faction war within the same country has become a confrontation, and it has reached a point where he has to cut down what he once sent behind his back and protect himself.
That has subtly made the tip of Kaian’s sword dull, and he may have to hang himself in return.
'Is it too late?'
The size of the Kingdom's army had nearly doubled.
So Evan used his hands to tie up some soldiers and deliberately attacked the enemy's vanguard.
The blood that had started to flow would only stop when it was finished.
"Even if you regret it, the blood soaking into the ground will not easily disappear."
Valquiterre would have to take responsibility for his choice.
***
The situation of the Kingdom's army was extremely chaotic.
Why wouldn't it be?
When they advanced to Pagos, they thought they would quickly subdue the serfs who were just scraping for land and eating the grain they had collected, and they would have fun until the rearguard came down.
There were already a considerable number of wounded and dead in the Kingdom's army due to the unexpectedly fierce resistance. Furthermore, since they could not obtain the food warehouse, many people caught colds as they had to eat poorly in the chilly early winter weather.
"Is the Duke of Temnes really that great?"
"That's true."
"They are fearlessly charging towards us on horseback. It was like seeing a black gust of wind.”
Kaian’s surprise attack was a strategic move since the Kingdom’s army was far behind the Rowen soldiers, but in addition to beating up the elite troops at the front of the enemy and taking them as prisoners, he had an unexpected benefit.
Kaian’s skills became widely known within the Kingdom’s army.
No matter how great his achievements were, if he had not seen the actual tragedy of the battlefield with his own eyes, he would have thought so.
Could it be that the reputation of the general who brought victory was exaggerated?
Who knows. Could it be that he had stolen all the merits of the men who had died on the battlefield?
Kaian’s performance before his eyes was enough to dispel such doubts.
The experienced elite knights were surprised before they could even draw their swords and were hit by the spearmen’s poles and fell off their horses.
It was fortunate that the men who could not move properly due to the shock did not get trampled under the excited hooves of their horses.
Thanks to that, an entire battalion of elite knights in the vanguard fell into Kaian's hands as prisoners.
"We were very strong when we were on the same side. Now that we're enemies, we're scary."
"If we lose at this rate... Ugh. Your Majesty the King."
The men who had been chattering loudly jumped when they belatedly discovered Valquiterre standing behind them with his eyes wide open.
"E-excuse me."
Before he could scold them with military law, the soldiers hurriedly lowered their heads and ran away without saying a word.
"This is a mess."
Valquiterre muttered in displeasure and entered the barracks next to him.
"Your Majesty the King."
"Your Majesty."
Those waiting inside lowered their heads.
"How's the reorganization of the legions going?"
"Yes. It seems difficult to put back the 3rd Army that was missing."
They were worried that the men suffering from an unknown plague would fight with other units and spread it elsewhere.
“I have selected those from each battalion who will advance in place of the elite units at the forefront.”
“Hmm.”
When Valquiterre showed a displeased expression, everyone looked at him.
“There is no good way.”
“Yes. This is the best we can do.”
“We will go to an all-out war.”
Those from the front line looked surprised at his words.
“Why are you so surprised? The enemy has already done everything from ambushes to surprise attacks. If we go from the plains to local battles, our soldiers will only be exhausted.”
“If you do.”
“I will deal with Kaian.”
Valkyrie said with emphasis.
“Declare war.”
He groaned.
“What a generous treatment for traitors who have abandoned their loyalty.”
A few days later, soldiers lined up on the wide plains of Fromhunt.
The place where the clouds of war were gathering was particularly cold, with a particularly bitter winter wind blowing.
Above the heads of the soldiers who held their breath, each holding their weapons tightly in tension, a red flag with a huge black lion drawn on it and a flag with a brilliantly dazzling sun embroidered in gold fluttering alternately.
“We definitely have more soldiers on our side.”
An all-out war was a war of attrition.
When they clashed, the soldiers were divided.
Those in front would use them as shields, and those in the back would use spears and bows to strike down the enemy beyond. When they clashed like that, the one with the greater number would naturally win.
That was why Valquiterre insisted on an all-out war.
The men who had been chattering loudly jumped when they belatedly discovered Valquiterre standing behind them with his eyes wide open.
"E-excuse me."
Before he could scold them with military law, the soldiers hurriedly lowered their heads and ran away without saying a word.
"This is a mess."
Valquiterre muttered in displeasure and entered the barracks next to him.
"Your Majesty the King."
"Your Majesty."
Those waiting inside lowered their heads.
"How's the reorganization of the legions going?"
"Yes. It seems difficult to put back the 3rd Army that was missing."
They were worried that the men suffering from an unknown plague would fight with other units and spread it elsewhere.
“I have selected those from each battalion who will advance in place of the elite units at the forefront.”
“Hmm.”
When Valquiterre showed a displeased expression, everyone looked at him.
“There is no good way.”
“Yes. This is the best we can do.”
“We will go to an all-out war.”
Those from the front line looked surprised at his words.
“Why are you so surprised? The enemy has already done everything from ambushes to surprise attacks. If we go from the plains to local battles, our soldiers will only be exhausted.”
“If you do.”
“I will deal with Kaian.”
Valkyrie said with emphasis.
“Declare war.”
He groaned.
“What a generous treatment for traitors who have abandoned their loyalty.”
A few days later, soldiers lined up on the wide plains of Fromhunt.
The place where the clouds of war were gathering was particularly cold, with a particularly bitter winter wind blowing.
Above the heads of the soldiers who held their breath, each holding their weapons tightly in tension, a red flag with a huge black lion drawn on it and a flag with a brilliantly dazzling sun embroidered in gold fluttering alternately.
“We definitely have more soldiers on our side.”
An all-out war was a war of attrition.
When they clashed, the soldiers were divided.
Those in front would use them as shields, and those in the back would use spears and bows to strike down the enemy beyond. When they clashed like that, the one with the greater number would naturally win.
That was why Valquiterre insisted on an all-out war.
Boom boom boom. Boom boom.
When the sound of drums and trumpets signaled, the armies began to charge at each other. However, Valkyrie felt unpleasant.
'The combination is not right.'
There was no one else who could deal with Kaian. He also stood at the front line because he thought he couldn't stand helpless like last time, staying in the rear, but the knights surrounding him moved differently. It must have been because they were suddenly selected without any time to train and because of the pressure of being at the front line. Even though those in front and behind advanced according to the signal, they would often trip and bump into each other like a cacophony.
Just when he had a vague sense of foreboding, Kaian, clad in pitch-black, heavy armor, came face to face with him.
Slurp.
Valkyrie and he drew their swords almost at the same time.
Waaaaaaa!
They clashed swords among the clashing soldiers.
Shrill.
The moment he took Kaian's blow, which was loaded with the weight of his heavy armor and the frost of his horse, Valquiterre almost dropped his sword without realizing it.
'The jousting competition was a barbaric event. No matter how diligently Valquiterre trained in swordsmanship and martial arts, he would only praise those who fought in a mess and give them some gold coins, and he would never fight. This was the first time in his life that he was forced to the edge of a precarious cliff and fought.
Chae-aeng!
The sound of swords clashing rang out repeatedly.
'If I leave this place like this, the next time we meet, we'll be enemies. Won't you regret it?'
Valquiterre tried to catch him belatedly when Kaian left. However, they were enemies, just as he said. The man, who seemed to have lost his humanity and was angry at being a battle weapon because of the helmet covering his entire face, repeatedly attacked him...
Only attacks that Valquiterre could take.
'You, Kaian!'
Valquiterre's face turned red in shame. It was a good thing that no one could see his blushing face because he was wearing a helmet.
'You make fun of me like this.'
Thick anger spread over the land where memories of fox hunting lingered. He told him not to pity him, not to do him a favor. On the gambling table where countless lives were at stake, Kaian was looking after Valquiterre. That caused Valquiterre's suppressed inferiority complex to explode tremendously.
“Kaian!”
If others were watching the situation, the one-two tricks that seemed to be evenly matched were broken. Valquiterre was furious and kicked his horse’s side roughly, swinging his sword, and rushed at Kaian.
“Ugh! Die!”
Clang!
With a loud noise, the broken sword flew out and pierced the horse of a nearby ally. Valquiterre looked at Kaian in confusion, holding the sword that had broken in the middle.
“You monster.”
He wanted to say something, but the horse, excited by the sharp sound of the sword breaking, was going wild and he felt like he would bite his tongue if he opened his mouth.
Clang.
As Kaian, holding the reins short, began to charge at him with his sword lowered, Valquiterre backed away and started to run away.
No, no, this is not me.
So it's okay to run away, he thought to himself and rode his horse quickly.
'Huk. Huk. This is ridiculous.'
This was clearly a battle in his favor. Horns blew here and there from the royal army that had seen him turn his horse and leave the front line.
"Retreat!"
"Back off! Retreat!"
There was chaos everywhere.
'You guys. What are we going to do if you guys retreat?'
Since he had lost his weapon, he was out of the fight, but they had to fight as they were.
However, Valquiterre did not see the front line crumbling as soon as he turned and rode his horse.
It was because he was desperate to avoid Kaian, who was chasing him from behind as if he were going to cut off his head at any moment.
He was truly unfortunate.
He was hungry for his parents’ warm encouragement and his brother’s words.
In the golden palace bathed in the dazzling sunlight, Valquiterre was always cold and hungry somewhere.
A child lacking affection never learned how to ask for what he wanted.
He would just harass or rebel.
“Your Majesty! This way!”
The royal army parted like the ebb tide, making way for him, and he headed there on his own.
Then, in an instant, the Sol Continent mercenaries of Vermont grabbed their swords and rode their horses quickly to escort him.
‘Haa.’
Even the old fox is useful.
Valquiterre, who had taken a breath, rode alongside them for a while toward the north.
Boom.
In an instant, Valquiterre's body hung in the air as he was caught in the spear extended from the side.
Phuhihing.
The horse, who had lost its master, ran as far as it could, its back lightened.
Thud.
His body movements slowed down due to his armor, and he slipped from the spearhead to the ground.
“Huk. Huk.”
Valquiterre, who was panting in pain, clearly saw the flag of Vermont before his eyes.
“Duke of Vermont? Cough.”
Crack.
Without answering, the mercenaries surrounded him and put their swords to his neck.
“Yes, you betrayed me!”
As he shouted in anger, the Duke of Vermont took off the helmet he had been wearing.
Valquiterre opened his eyes wide as he saw the long red hair pouring out of the helmet.
“You, you...”
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