Chapter 231 – 230. Bloodshed on the Eastern Front (1)

Leonidas.

Lord of Spartal Castle.

And the appearance of the knights and elite soldiers reorganized under the castle lord.

He threw away the stupid pantsman and all that and put on proper cold weather and defensive gear. Dressed in heavy armor and a great shield.

And Leonidas and the Phrygian people who came here now.

Looking at Hector and the Odyssey.

“…Sir Hector, Sir Odyssey – what on earth are you planning to do, Lord Dawn Bringer?”

“I would like your assistance on the eastern frontier, Leonidas.”

Speak bluntly.

I need Leonidas’ help.

“…Has Vergina fallen?”

“The condition of the troops is not good enough to advance to Vergina right now, and it is impossible to break through with the troops gathered in Teiba alone, and the scattered troops must be reassembled. However, the elves are continuing to pound the eastern border.”

“…This is where Elizarote Pantalone, the new margrave, is located.”

“If we get a pincer attack from the front, back, and both sides, that’s the end. While Teiba holds out, we need time to regroup and reorganize, and fortify the eastern border. For that, I would like to lend you your strength, Leonidas.”

“All right.”

“?”

This time I was a little surprised.

This time, Leonidas is complaining about why he looks like that.

“Why are you doing that?”

“…No, I agreed more easily than I expected.”

“Ha! I don’t know what kind of people you’ve met, but Leonidas, you’re not just pretending not to know the favor you’ve received and just pooping on oysters carelessly. Above all, Lord Dawn Bringer, thanks to you, we’ve taken out at once the forces that had been eating away at Spartal. “Don’t you think that you have to become a man and repay the favor?”

It’s been a while since I’ve seen a person with a real sense of give and take.

The reason why I became a terrible misanthropist is because I asked for cooperation and cooperated, and when I later asked to see the research data on the results, he shut his mouth and pretended not to know, so I got angry and created a magic technique that was better than what I had created.

There was a time when all the magic spells I would create in the future were made to be compatible with the higher level, so they were buried to the point where I couldn’t even use them.

I had the intention of creating a survival zone if I only gave him what he needed, but if he breaks that promise and doesn’t give me what he needs to give me and turns a blind eye to it, all I’m doing is destroying the food bowl that person needs to live in.

I asked for help, and I offered to help them in return, but they said I wouldn’t be able to do that because I was afraid of it being leaked.

As a result, I have already figured out their magic enough to be able to infer everything from the magic spells they use.

Obviously, since I didn’t know what was stated in the contract, I didn’t pay attention to the circumstances and went around kicking my ass.

It’s still the same now.

But, well, I didn’t have a contract with him, but I never dreamed that he would just so coolly agree to an innocent request for help.

“But before that, let’s get over what needs to be addressed first. About the state of the troops’ armament, and- I came here to first place a spell on your armor.”

“Okay.”

“…There are quite a few people who have an aversion to magic, but aren’t you too open-minded for a Phrygian knight?”

There wasn’t much time or period to talk to him, but the look on Leonidas’ face as he stroked his beard was like, what is that? This is the face. Naturally, Leonidas asks me a question.

“Aren’t the enemies we have to deal with the eastern elves?”

“You’re right.”

“Then the elves use magic, shoot arrows, and summon spirits. Lord Dawn Bringer, can the armor you strengthened with your magic be able to withstand their attacks?”

“Not only does it endure, Leonidas, but I can offer more than that if you want to pound the damn East and blow away the bastards that come crawling ashore.”

I know a lot of different tools.

And, most of them were things I reconstructed, interpreted, and created in my own way by looking at what my adoptive father showed me, and completed them through the textbook I received from Makina Sensei. In addition to magic research, I also put a lot of effort into magical engineering, and I can create even more things using alchemy with simple ingredients.

“Then that’s fine. If you make them now, how much can you make?”

“In one week, we can make and provide enough to arm 5,000 people. Rather than coming to the eastern border right now, please prioritize ordering and strengthening the defense line until the entire quantity is ordered. Please help. Even if you give help, it is not okay if the person you are helping with destroys his or her own house.”

Anyway, the conversation went well, and after receiving great help from me, I was able to comfortably conclude a contract and agreement with Leonidas, and at the same time decided to leave Odyssey here.

“…It’s a good choice. Cancer, it’s a good choice.”

“Tell me honestly, Odyssey. Are you glad you stayed here?”

Hector asked while looking at Odyssey, and Odyssey nodded her head and said without hiding it.

“Oh! Of course! I’d rather go late, no – as fast as I can, but I’d rather stay here than go through all that damn speed and warp congestion. Clark, what am I supposed to do? Is that what I told Telemachus to do? Right? ?”

That’s true, but since you know how to do more, I’ll ask you to do more. Of course, whether that’s the case or not, Odyssey seems to be jumping for joy just by not going on it right now.

The distribution of the items to be provided to Leonidas and the tasks that Odyssey must do has already been completed.

Anyway, it is a smooth process of installing production facilities, and all I have to do is simply place the production facilities in an appropriate space.

All I had to do was put down the enchantment equipment and have Hector place them here and there.

Odyssey receives her handover from Ra, checks the items handed over to her, and asks her.

“Now, you remember what Telemachus did, right?”

“Of course, I helped too.”

“…Please come as late as possible. Make sure to remind Leonidas of the importance of preparation.”

“Isn’t it better to come quickly?”

“It doesn’t necessarily mean they have to come quickly. And if that happens, they will go into the forest, which is their territory, and not come out and just commit terrorism.”

“…Oh, are we going to intentionally hide the small number of troops and force them to bleed? But, if that happens, the troops there will be-“

“That’s what I have to do.”

“…Oh, right – you were the wizard who killed the Demon King, right?”

“Besides, I have a bad feeling that if a large army arrives, the damage will be severe.”

“Is that a hunch too?”

“I think a wizard shouldn’t rely on intuition, but on the battlefield, there’s nothing better than this.”

“I wonder if this is really a wizard or a knight.”

“Is this a compliment?”

“It’s a compliment.”

Well, let’s move on to whether that’s true or not.

It’s not that important.

No matter what anyone says, I am a wizard.

And something people often forget about me. I am a wizard who succeeded in breaking through the demon lord’s army and assassinating the demon lord.

It had to be infiltration, but…

“I heard that the operation that was supposed to be infiltration was changed into a large-scale battle and massacre because of some damn elf bitch, but even during that time, the expedition team got close to the devil and didn’t suffer much damage… Ha! Really, sometimes I see that damn thing. “The instigation of priests is also scary.”

And Odyssey looks at me. He then looks at me, and then at Hector, who continues to take out equipment next to me.

“A man who subdues Hector as if playing a joke, and on top of that, the Frisian princess knight Elizabeth recognized as strong… Plus, a wizard who is skilled at setting fatal traps and screwing over his enemies… Are you saying you disparaged this? Elf bitch. Even if this trolling continued, you took it that far and eventually succeeded in killing the Demon King?”

“I succeeded in holding on.”

“…I’m curious about this too, Clark. How did you deal with those overwhelming forces?”

Hector asked a question, and I answered it.

“First, I cast survival magic, strengthening magic, and protection magic on Gawain in front, Liz, and Kogan, the dwarf brother in front of me.”

“And?”

“Right now, Tio, who is here next to me, takes over everything that tries to destroy my magic and everything that interferes with it, and even provides protection magic, recovery, and energy recovery.”

“…”

“And, we will hold on until we kill them all.”

Tio reacts to it.

Even thinking about it now, it must have been absurd. What priests must do. And Liz, Gawain, who accepted my reinforcements and became stronger, and the numerous troops who were splitting up against Kogan, and it was me who protected them, and followed them, dragging the stupid Kampf bitch who was trying to get sucked in from the rear, and in the meantime, the monster that came at me to run over me. They break the earthen pot with a hammer and easily escape.

It must be amazing.

While the tireless knights and dwarf warriors were destroying everything, I only cared about survival, canceling the magic used by the enemies, and detonating them to cause an internal explosion. Tio was gnashing his teeth and viciously following me and marking me. This was the reason.

Although I was annoyed, the only thing I could target was the trolling of the Kampf bitch, but I took that into consideration to some extent and went ahead and made a plan…

Thanks to Liz’s sacrifice, which effectively suppressed my activities for the first and last time, I defeated Diabolus and opened the way for Cassandra.

“And, by correcting the occasional mistake, I survive on my own.”

“…What is that.”

“What are you talking about? You’re a tearful piece of shit trying to save the Kampf bitch who is openly advertising that I’m here and charging at you like a dog.”

“…Well, you’ve been fighting like that for 5 years?”

“Aren’t you crazy or something?”

Hector asks.

If you continued on such a crazy battlefield for 5 years, I am asking you if you are sane.

After all, people who have been on the battlefield for a long time tend to have a mental abnormality in one or two places.

Of course I don’t have that.

“Hey, are you asking me if I’m crazy?”

“…Excuse.”

Naturally, even from then on, I did not become devastated even in such situations, but instead, I would bring out various things to watch together to create a party atmosphere, and I would pay attention in many ways not to become devastated even in that damn life.

“…How on earth did you survive there?”

“If a bastard says he’s going to slit the demon lord’s head, shouldn’t he slit the demon lord’s head?”

“Damn, yes, you’re great.”

As a result, the Demon King is not even dead.

And there is no need to tell about it yet.

Only Gawain implicitly agrees with this with a wink. Hector also seems to have noticed something from his movements just now,

…

Okay.

Cassandra = Christine.

Christine was mentioned, and the adoptive father also mentioned Christine, and even to the point that she was alive and not dead.

Everything revolves around me now.

“Well… While we rearrange the troops in the rear here for a while, Clark, you’re going to have some fun with the elves, right?”

“I’ve picked on the elves six times so far, and if they found out about me, they’d do whatever it takes to kill them.”

“Danger…Ah-“

And only then does Odyssey realize that those words have no meaning. Gawain, and Hector. There, Nia, Lucy, and Carnesia on my shoulders. And Tio, who is looking at a map, and Anna, who is taking out her sword and preparing it.

After looking at these party members, Odyssey finally understands.

“Haha, man, those damn elf bitches are going to break like dogs.”

Unlike then, there are no trollers now.

Okay.

As they said, they were all screwed.

“No, wait, again-“

“I’m busy on my way. Get on quickly.”

Buaaaaang-

“Hey! I guess I’ll get in this car with you again… Wow-“

Ah, this is the contract you chose.

Hold on with all your might, Hector.

-Eastern Frontier / Margrave’s Residence of Pantalone-

“…What about the casualties?”

“There are 40 serious injuries, 5 minor injuries, and 10 deaths.”

Elizarote Pantalone asks Batistan. Armor covered in dried blood, and blood on the face.

Warm blood that just splattered.

And, as soon as she heard that she had no time to even properly maintain her own clothes, Elizarote prepared for battle as soon as she heard that the elf tracking party had been seriously screwed up in Spartal, and sure enough, the elf ranger was very poisonous. , And the hippogriffs tamed by the elves, and the arrows filled with magic fired from above, had a power comparable to that of a ballista –

In order to shoot them off, ballistas modified for rapid fire had to be thrown only there to keep anti-aircraft in check.

As a result, they were receiving the spirits from the elves attacking the castle wall and the ballista arrows the elves were shooting, and some guerrilla units were targeting Elizarote.

And among them, there were warriors of the third rank or higher, and naturally, Elizarote was holding on by cutting them all down.

And she was able to realize how her older sisters, Liz and Elizabeth, had been here and how they were holding on. It was truly a place where you couldn’t survive unless you were strong.

I was able to find out that in those places, they cut off the ears of the elves, giving them the name “Ear hunters,” And massacred the elves to the point where they made the elves herd their cranes and made them tremble in fear whenever they showed their faces.

-Under! Now that the butcher is gone, even your bitch’s head is big!

-So, you don’t seem to know that the lion’s sisters are also lions?

I knew how much they were afraid of their sister, as they started attacking her with such vigor as soon as they saw her. It was even on the eastern frontier that her sister became paralyzed and her sabotage activities began to be most active.

How much trouble she had had to erase the various insults written in the elven language, threatening to tarnish the traces of Liz’s presence.

And they were that scared of Liz, and she wasn’t herself.

To them-

I was still immature to instill that fear…

“…The remaining troops – the available troops are 1500.”

Batistan’s explanation.

Of the total 3,000 troops, half were killed.

It’s a disaster.

Nowadays, if more than one-third of the enemy is defeated, it is treated as annihilation, and there are almost no troops available. Just by holding a sit-in here now, a large army numbering almost 10,000 people is coming to destroy this eastern border and devastate Frisia.

Kwaaaaa!!!

“…”

The sound of the castle walls collapsing.

And-

Hang on!! You have to hold on!!!

If this place collapses, Freesia will be over… Wow!!

Screams, soldiers trying to hold on, and knights fighting.

And the sound of approaching the room you are in.

However-

At some point, everything became quiet.

Knock knock-

“Can I come in~ Margrave?”

“…”

It’s a familiar voice.

And, the voice of someone I know.

My precious sister’s companion.

And, that pet’s voice.

But-

That voice came here.

“…Ah, Clark-“

Batistan calls out to Clark in an emotional voice.

Then, the door opened, and there was a body covered in blood, blood splattered all over the body and on the face.

And when I looked outside, it was full of the smell of scorched, burning flesh.

“…Brother-in-law.”

“Well, I’m not too late, am I?”

Is that possible?

As always, when it seemed that it would be difficult to hold on any longer, Edward, and the reincarnation disguised as Edward, insulted and defiled his older sister’s position, and when even his own position was in danger, he arrived in time, and finally, her older sister brought back to life.

And behind him, Gawain and his numerous companions who followed him –

Hector of Scherwitz.

Hector, commander of the Trojan Knights.

And Lucy and Nia, and Tio there.

And a dedicated maid who stays by his side. Anna finally puts away her sword and stands next to him.

“That can’t be possible. I came just in time.”

“Even though I came on time, it’s a mess outside.”

“…I thought you would come.”

“You said you could endure more. Liz also has a bit of bravado about it, but she’s not the only one.”

Liz, my sister’s nickname.

Has he now become comfortable enough to call her by that nickname?

I can’t see my sister.

As if to resolve that question, Clark answered.

“Liz went to Arcadia.”

“Well, what about Mira, who was with you?”

“We went together. It’s closest to Vergina, so it’s the most dangerous.”

Ah, like that.

Certainly, if it were a place like that, there would be plenty of reasons for the two to go together.

And soon after, did you feel the surroundings being cleared up?

“…Brother-in-law.”

“Okay.”

“…Help.”

And as usual, Clark nodded his head and said:

“Of course.”

And now, more than anything else, it was what I wanted to hear, what I had been hoping for.

I wish someone would come to help me.

How much did you wish for that?

And…

It came true.

After fighting and holding on until the end, God sent a savior.

“Please blow away all the damn Kanf bastards.”

“Okay, registration complete. But let’s not forget what we have to do before that. It’s even messier out there now.”

Of course.
Soldiers and knights who struggled to protect themselves at all costs.

And even Batistan was wearing armor and preparing for a desperate battle, and had barely managed to evacuate the territory’s residents before completing preparations to send them to Spartal.

“Reinforcements will come from Spartal. Until then, I will show you everything I can. First, let me ask you one question. Do you trust me?”

“If you don’t trust your brother-in-law, who is your sister’s husband, who can you trust?”

This is the man who achieved the resurrection of his older sister, Liz, which seemed impossible. He is a man who keeps his word. So, you can trust it.

You can trust it.

Gold sun.

He said, grinning with his blonde hair, golden eyes, and white teeth showing.

“Okay. In that case, I’ll repay your trust. Watch carefully, sister-in-law. From now on… It’s a rough old man’s battlefield.”