Forgotten Fields - Chapter 85






Soon after, a loud shout shook the regiment.

Lucas let out a long breath he had been holding back.

Barcas pulled the halberd from the man's chest and turned the horse's head.

The glowing lights clearly illuminated his delicate features, and the cheers of the crowd intensified. Lucas glanced around at the warriors' faces that were hot with excitement, and then turned his gaze back to Barcas.

Amid all the commotion, the man seemed infinitely quiet.

Barcas, who crossed the training hall with an expressionless face that showed even a sense of boredom, jumped off the saddle.

"Find out if there are any other useful men in the Gutban family."

Barcas, who handed the weapon to the servant who rushed over, gave Instructions to Darren.

"If there is no suitable successor, you may want to find another suitable person among the vassals to entrust the southeastern region."

"That... Among his half-brothers, there is a warrior who is quite useful."

Darren replied in a trembling voice.

"Originally, he was supposed to join the Wolfram Founding Order... He even attended an academy in the capital, so he must be able to fulfill the role of a lord."

Barcas, who took off his Iron gloves and handed them to his attendant, lightly caressed his mouth with a thoughtful expression.

"Bring him to me as soon as possible. If he is considered a suitable person, he wilI hold an appointment ceremony immediately."

Just in time, two attendants removed the heavy iron armor from his chest. Barcas, who had become weak, walked straight across the crowd towards him.

Lucas took a step back without realizing it. Then, when the woman he was holding staggered as if she was about to fall, he suddenly grabbed her waist.

In an instant, a fever rose in his head.

The woman's waist was thin enough to hold even in his hands, which had not yet finished growing. In addition, the flesh that glowed white even in the dark exuded a sweet scent that he had never smelled before.

What the hell does this smell like?

Unknowingly, he leaned his face to the nape of her neck and sniffed, and his cheeks caught fire with a crackling sound.

Lucas covered his face with a blank expression.

The woman who pushed him away screamed with angry eyes.

"What are you doing! You perverted bastard!"

"What, pervert?"

He opened his mouth with a puzzled face.

"I'm just trying to catch you from falling..."

"Why do you smell it when you catch me from falling?"

Lucas turned red. When she looked contemptuous, a strong sense of shame washed over him, which he had never felt in his life.

He raised his voice with a resentful face.

"I just want to know because your body smells strange...!"

Then, this time, a hot heat spread to the opposite cheek. Lucas took a step back.

What about all these women?

There were many times when he got bruises all over his body from rough training, but he had never been hit in the face like this by anyone in his life.

He glared at the woman with an impression of contempt. Just as he was about to shoot at her, Raina rushed in and pushed the woman away.

"How dare you put your hand in someone's face! You witch!"

The strong arm strength trained by horseback riding pushed the woman's body backwards like a piece of paper. Lucas, who was cheerful, reflexively reached out his hand.

Just as he was about to grab her, his long arms snatched her away. Lucas looked up.

Before he knew it, Barcas was right in front of him, holding her in his arms and looking down at him with cold eyes.

"...Everyone, you need to learn the basic rules again."

Barcas muttered coldly and added, looking back at Raina, who was tired of the bright blue.

"Both of you will be prohibited from riding horses for the time being."

"That, that's not...!"

Barcas, who turned his back on Raina, who was protesting, gave Instructions to Darren.

"Give them two strict tutors. Don't let them go out of the castle until they have proper etiquette."

Then, without listening to Darren's answer, he took a step towards his nature.

Behind his back as he walked away, enthusiastic cheers from the warriors followed. The majority of the Easterners who worshipped power seemed to be completely fascinated by him.

On the other hand, the servants seemed to be frightened by the extraordinary force he showed, reciting prayers or marking their hearts. The nobles were also engaged in a fierce debate over the next leader's radical actions.

Leaving all the fuss behind, the man left the chairman leisurely.

Raina, who was staring at the back of his brother with bated breath, vomited a belated protest.

"This is so unfair!"

She looked around as if asking for others' consent.

"The cause of this commotion is that woman! But why should we be punished!"

Lucas left his sister alone, who was on the verge of bursting into tears, and approached the middle of the messed-up military camp.

The soldiers who were cleaning up Alec Gutban's body naturally gave way. Lucas, who was kneeling beside his dark body, carefully examined his brother's skills.

The man seemed to have been pierced through the heart in an instant. Thick blood was oozing from the inside of the crumpled breastplate, and brain fluid leaked out little by little from the head that seemed to be crushed as it hit the ground.

When the soldiers completely peeled off his dented helmets, they revealed his puffy eyes and thick lips covered with blood foam.

Until this morning, the end of the company, which was touted as the strongest spear prosecutor in the East, was truly miserable.

"He's big, but his skills must have been terrible."

"That's not right."

Tyrone approached him and shook his head, laughing in vain.

"When he was a teenager, he was a man who beat trolls with his bare fists without weapons. He was a warrior with excellent skills, not befitting his tremendous strength. No one would have thought that this man would meet such a futile end."

Lucas looked up at Tyrone with a worried look.

"Isn't this a problem?"

"It is a duel accepted by both sides. If you take issue with it, the Gutban family will be a source of ridicule for everyone."

He retorted grimly.

"Moreover, it was the lord who proposed the duel, but it was this man who challenged his authority first. No one will blame the Sheerkan family for this result."

The man who was resolute stared at the place where the nobles gathered with thoughtful eyes.

"However, there may be some dissonance among the lords."

Lucas followed him and moved his gaze to the upper seat. The local nobles seemed perplexed by the fact that the manager of the southeastern region had been replaced overnight.

Tyron, who was looking at the nobles, sighed and added.

"The succession ceremony may be brought forward. To clean up all this chaos, we will need a strong anti-communist."

***

"Why are you angry?"

I, who was crouching on one side of the bed with a fat expression, couldn't stand it and asked.

Without responding, Barcas walked to the shelf and rummaged through the display case. He looked calm as usual. However, it was not difficult for me to notice that his mood was hitting rock bottom. When he returned to his room, he remained silent the whole time and did not even look at her.

It was absurd. It was on my side that I had to get angry. Wasn't it this man who went out to fight without even listening to me?

I glared at him with angry eyes.

When I remembered the sight of the monstrous man rushing towards Barcas, I felt chills all over my body, and my stomach twisted in pain.

The scene that followed did not shock me at all. I just wanted to thank God that he was safe.

At the same time, I wanted to beat up this man who had made me feel so heartbroken. If my legs weren't shaking and I was about to collapse, I would have run straight to the point and acted on the impulse.


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