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Chapter 12: The End of Childhood (12)
The mercenaries, after killing the servant who had accompanied Mrs. Aitz, took their positions near the door and windows. The nobles inside the feudal lord’s mansion were poorly trained, likely to foolishly rush out.This chapter was first shared on the Ñøv€lß1n platform.
“Why aren’t they coming out yet?”
“Could there be an underground passage?”
“Stop talking nonsense. We already checked, there’s nothing like that.”
“Should we go in before the main force arrives and finish this?”
The earlier trumpet signal was meant for the mercenaries camping at a distance. Karamaf preferred certainty. He had prepared dozens of men separately, just in case.
These men would completely seize control of the fiefdom and become the pursuit team if any situation arose.
“Hey. Sir Karamaf ordered us to surround them and prevent their escape.”
“Who said we’re not surrounding them? Let’s just go in and kill a couple. It’s better than waiting for those inside to arm themselves and come to their senses.”
This suggestion from one of the mercenaries intrigued the others. They had already been paid, but killing more of the Aitz family would earn them a bonus.
If they went in before the main force arrived, they could monopolize the reward, instead of sharing it with the others.
The mercenaries sought permission from Yein, Karamaf’s offspring.
“Yein-nim, may we go in?”
“Wouldn’t it be better to enter with the main force? If we go in with a small group and get ambushed, it would be troublesome.”
“Ha, don’t worry! If we get beaten by those nobodies, I’ll cut off my own wrist.”
The mercenaries boasted confidently. They were battle-hardened, unlikely to be defeated by those who were hardly knights of the Aitz family.
‘But that Aitz is not to be underestimated.’
Yein frowned, thinking of Johan. Even without experience, his innate strength and size were formidable weapons. The mercenaries could be caught off guard.
However, as the mercenaries suggested, killing the family members before they could arm themselves seemed like a good idea. If they started arming themselves with the armory inside, the casualties would only increase.
After all, the death of one or two mercenaries wouldn’t change the situation. Dozens more were on their way.
To Yein, the lives of these mercenaries were as insignificant as those of the feudal lord’s servants. That was the way of the nobility. These weren’t soldiers he had personally raised but hired with money. Whether they succeeded quickly or died trying, it didn’t matter. That’s what they were paid for.
Yein nodded.
“Three. I permit only three. The rest must hold their positions.”
“Thank you!”
The mercenaries excitedly decided who would go. For the three chosen, additional silver was almost guaranteed.
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‘If I don’t flinch when I see a black wolf in the future, I’m not a human. .’
Johan sighed and closed the wooden window. Gessen didn’t come in but kept talking outside, so curious, Johan secretly went upstairs and slightly opened the window, only to find the worst situation unfolding.
Sir Karamaf killed Gessen and Mrs. Aitz, then ordered to kill everyone. The reason behind this was unknown, but one thing was certain.
If you stay still, you die!
‘How great it would have been if I had fled just one day earlier.’ Johan shook his head and let go of his regrets, focusing on the current situation.
After blowing the horn, torches flickered in the distance from the darkness. It was clear that the others waiting in ambush were approaching. At a glance, there seemed to be dozens of them.
At that moment, Johan gave up on fighting here. Meeting Kaegal had boosted his confidence, but he wasn’t up to fighting dozens of experienced mercenaries alone. That would be foolhardy.
‘If I fight surrounded, I might take down a few, but if I get stabbed or slashed, I’ll be immobilized in no time. . .’
Johan remembered Kaegal’s teachings. Fleeing when you can’t win wasn’t shameful.
The problem was how and where to escape.
The mercenaries looked relaxed but were strategically positioned around the feudal lord’s manor, their grip on their weapons showing no complacency.
“I have to break through after all.”
Avoiding a fight wasn’t an option. Johan needed to find a relatively weaker one, kill them in one strike, and break through. He quickly formed a plan in his mind.
“S-Don’t come here!”
Only then did they come to their senses.
“Where’s your brother?”
“Waiting in the bedroom. . . But why did you save us?”
Fern asked, puzzled. They never thought Johan would save them. They always mocked Johan, and he beat them when the time came.
“So you wished to be left to die?”
“No. . . it’s not that. . .”
“I don’t like you, but I don’t hate you enough to leave you to die. That’s all.”
“. . .Thank you.”
Fern and Johm nodded in gratitude. Seeing Johan fully armed, they said,
“We’ll bring weapons too! Let’s fight together until father arrives!”
“Sir Gessen is dead. Karamaf killed him. By now, every armed man near the lord’s manor is probably dead, and no serfs will come to our aid. Stop talking nonsense and think about escaping.”
Johan’s words froze them. They were overwhelmed by the flood of information.
“Father is. . .”
Slap!
Johan slapped Fern. Fern, stunned, asked,
“Wha. . .?”
“Snap out of it.”
“You. . . You could have just said it, no need to hit!”
“I don’t have time to coddle you. I’m planning to break out now.”
“Wait! Me too!”
“No, it can’t be. John.”
As Fern tried to stop him, John looked at him as if asking why.
“We. . . it’s too much for us.”
“Oh, because you got stabbed in the leg? Don’t worry! I’ll carry you and run. . .”
“You fool. It’s too much for your skills.”
Johan scolded John. It was literal. How could he think of breaking through with skills that couldn’t even handle a single mercenary? John couldn’t retort and just blushed.
“But brother, if we keep staying here, really. . .”
“That’s true. . .”
Fern licked his dry lips with his tongue, unsure of what to do. Johan picked up a longsword from the mercenaries and said.
“There is one way.”
“What, what is it?”
“Set a fire.”
“. . .!!”
????????????????????????
The mercenaries initially thought they were seeing things wrong. Flames began to burst from the windows of the feudal lord’s residence.
“T-This is crazy. . .!”
“Which b*stard set the fire?! Are they insane?!”
Karamaf had strictly forbidden setting fires for the purpose of identification. Moreover, there were things to loot inside, so no mercenary would be foolish enough to start a fire.
“It’s definitely the guys who went in! These idiots must have messed up something and started the fire during the fight!”
“These b*stards. . . if they come out, I’ll kill them!”
The mercenaries cursed their colleagues who had entered first. They never imagined that the Aitz family would set the fire. What kind of madmen would set fire to their own location?
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Chapter 12: The End of Childhood (12)
The mercenaries, after killing the servant who had accompanied Mrs. Aitz, took their positions near the door and windows. The nobles inside the feudal lord’s mansion were poorly trained, likely to foolishly rush out.This chapter was first shared on the Ñøv€lß1n platform.
“Why aren’t they coming out yet?”
“Could there be an underground passage?”
“Stop talking nonsense. We already checked, there’s nothing like that.”
“Should we go in before the main force arrives and finish this?”
The earlier trumpet signal was meant for the mercenaries camping at a distance. Karamaf preferred certainty. He had prepared dozens of men separately, just in case.
These men would completely seize control of the fiefdom and become the pursuit team if any situation arose.
“Hey. Sir Karamaf ordered us to surround them and prevent their escape.”
“Who said we’re not surrounding them? Let’s just go in and kill a couple. It’s better than waiting for those inside to arm themselves and come to their senses.”
This suggestion from one of the mercenaries intrigued the others. They had already been paid, but killing more of the Aitz family would earn them a bonus.
If they went in before the main force arrived, they could monopolize the reward, instead of sharing it with the others.
The mercenaries sought permission from Yein, Karamaf’s offspring.
“Yein-nim, may we go in?”
“Wouldn’t it be better to enter with the main force? If we go in with a small group and get ambushed, it would be troublesome.”
“Ha, don’t worry! If we get beaten by those nobodies, I’ll cut off my own wrist.”
The mercenaries boasted confidently. They were battle-hardened, unlikely to be defeated by those who were hardly knights of the Aitz family.
‘But that Aitz is not to be underestimated.’
Yein frowned, thinking of Johan. Even without experience, his innate strength and size were formidable weapons. The mercenaries could be caught off guard.
However, as the mercenaries suggested, killing the family members before they could arm themselves seemed like a good idea. If they started arming themselves with the armory inside, the casualties would only increase.
After all, the death of one or two mercenaries wouldn’t change the situation. Dozens more were on their way.
To Yein, the lives of these mercenaries were as insignificant as those of the feudal lord’s servants. That was the way of the nobility. These weren’t soldiers he had personally raised but hired with money. Whether they succeeded quickly or died trying, it didn’t matter. That’s what they were paid for.
Yein nodded.
“Three. I permit only three. The rest must hold their positions.”
“Thank you!”
The mercenaries excitedly decided who would go. For the three chosen, additional silver was almost guaranteed.
????????????????????????
‘If I don’t flinch when I see a black wolf in the future, I’m not a human. .’
Johan sighed and closed the wooden window. Gessen didn’t come in but kept talking outside, so curious, Johan secretly went upstairs and slightly opened the window, only to find the worst situation unfolding.
Sir Karamaf killed Gessen and Mrs. Aitz, then ordered to kill everyone. The reason behind this was unknown, but one thing was certain.
If you stay still, you die!
‘How great it would have been if I had fled just one day earlier.’ Johan shook his head and let go of his regrets, focusing on the current situation.
After blowing the horn, torches flickered in the distance from the darkness. It was clear that the others waiting in ambush were approaching. At a glance, there seemed to be dozens of them.
At that moment, Johan gave up on fighting here. Meeting Kaegal had boosted his confidence, but he wasn’t up to fighting dozens of experienced mercenaries alone. That would be foolhardy.
‘If I fight surrounded, I might take down a few, but if I get stabbed or slashed, I’ll be immobilized in no time. . .’
Johan remembered Kaegal’s teachings. Fleeing when you can’t win wasn’t shameful.
The problem was how and where to escape.
The mercenaries looked relaxed but were strategically positioned around the feudal lord’s manor, their grip on their weapons showing no complacency.
“I have to break through after all.”
Avoiding a fight wasn’t an option. Johan needed to find a relatively weaker one, kill them in one strike, and break through. He quickly formed a plan in his mind.
“S-Don’t come here!”
Only then did they come to their senses.
“Where’s your brother?”
“Waiting in the bedroom. . . But why did you save us?”
Fern asked, puzzled. They never thought Johan would save them. They always mocked Johan, and he beat them when the time came.
“So you wished to be left to die?”
“No. . . it’s not that. . .”
“I don’t like you, but I don’t hate you enough to leave you to die. That’s all.”
“. . .Thank you.”
Fern and Johm nodded in gratitude. Seeing Johan fully armed, they said,
“We’ll bring weapons too! Let’s fight together until father arrives!”
“Sir Gessen is dead. Karamaf killed him. By now, every armed man near the lord’s manor is probably dead, and no serfs will come to our aid. Stop talking nonsense and think about escaping.”
Johan’s words froze them. They were overwhelmed by the flood of information.
“Father is. . .”
Slap!
Johan slapped Fern. Fern, stunned, asked,
“Wha. . .?”
“Snap out of it.”
“You. . . You could have just said it, no need to hit!”
“I don’t have time to coddle you. I’m planning to break out now.”
“Wait! Me too!”
“No, it can’t be. John.”
As Fern tried to stop him, John looked at him as if asking why.
“We. . . it’s too much for us.”
“Oh, because you got stabbed in the leg? Don’t worry! I’ll carry you and run. . .”
“You fool. It’s too much for your skills.”
Johan scolded John. It was literal. How could he think of breaking through with skills that couldn’t even handle a single mercenary? John couldn’t retort and just blushed.
“But brother, if we keep staying here, really. . .”
“That’s true. . .”
Fern licked his dry lips with his tongue, unsure of what to do. Johan picked up a longsword from the mercenaries and said.
“There is one way.”
“What, what is it?”
“Set a fire.”
“. . .!!”
????????????????????????
The mercenaries initially thought they were seeing things wrong. Flames began to burst from the windows of the feudal lord’s residence.
“T-This is crazy. . .!”
“Which b*stard set the fire?! Are they insane?!”
Karamaf had strictly forbidden setting fires for the purpose of identification. Moreover, there were things to loot inside, so no mercenary would be foolish enough to start a fire.
“It’s definitely the guys who went in! These idiots must have messed up something and started the fire during the fight!”
“These b*stards. . . if they come out, I’ll kill them!”
The mercenaries cursed their colleagues who had entered first. They never imagined that the Aitz family would set the fire. What kind of madmen would set fire to their own location?
Chapter 12: The End of Childhood 12The mercenaries, after killing the servant who had accompanied Mrs. Aitz, took their positions near the door and windows. The nobles inside the feudal lord's mansion were poorly trained, likely to foolishly rush out.This chapter was first shared on the Nvl1n platform.Why aren't they coming out yet?Could there be an underground passage?Stop talking nonsense. We already checked, there's nothing like that.Should we go in before the main force arrives and finish this?The earlier trumpet signal was meant for the mercenaries camping at a distance. Karamaf preferred certainty. He had prepared dozens of men separately, just in case.These men would completely seize control of the fiefdom and become the pursuit team if any situation arose.Hey. Sir Karamaf ordered us to surround them and prevent their escape.Who said we're not surrounding them? Let's just go in and kill a couple. It's better than waiting for those inside to arm themselves and come to their senses.This suggestion from one of the mercenaries intrigued the others. They had already been paid, but killing more of the Aitz family would earn them a bonus.If they went in before the main force arrived, they could monopolize the reward, instead of sharing it with the others.The mercenaries sought permission from Yein, Karamaf's offspring.Yein-nim, may we go in?Wouldn't it be better to enter with the main force? If we go in with a small group and get ambushed, it would be troublesome.Ha, don't worry! If we get beaten by those nobodies, I'll cut off my own wrist.The mercenaries boasted confidently. They were battle-hardened, unlikely to be defeated by those who were hardly knights of the Aitz family.But that Aitz is not to be underestimated.'Yein frowned, thinking of Johan. Even without experience, his innate strength and size were formidable weapons. The mercenaries could be caught off guard.However, as the mercenaries suggested, killing the family members before they could arm themselves seemed like a good idea. If they started arming themselves with the armory inside, the casualties would only increase.After all, the death of one or two mercenaries wouldn't change the situation. Dozens more were on their way.To Yein, the lives of these mercenaries were as insignificant as those of the feudal lord's servants. That was the way of the nobility. These weren't soldiers he had personally raised but hired with money. Whether they succeeded quickly or died trying, it didn't matter. That's what they were paid for.Yein nodded.Three. I permit only three. The rest must hold their positions.Thank you!The mercenaries excitedly decided who would go. For the three chosen, additional silver was almost guaranteed.????????????????????????If I don't flinch when I see a black wolf in the future, I'm not a human. .'Johan sighed and closed the wooden window. Gessen didn't come in but kept talking outside, so curious, Johan secretly went upstairs and slightly opened the window, only to find the worst situation unfolding.Sir Karamaf killed Gessen and Mrs. Aitz, then ordered to kill everyone. The reason behind this was unknown, but one thing was certain.If you stay still, you die!How great it would have been if I had fled just one day earlier.' Johan shook his head and let go of his regrets, focusing on the current situation.After blowing the horn, torches flickered in the distance from the darkness. It was clear that the others waiting in ambush were approaching. At a glance, there seemed to be dozens of them.At that moment, Johan gave up on fighting here. Meeting Kaegal had boosted his confidence, but he wasn't up to fighting dozens of experienced mercenaries alone. That would be foolhardy.If I fight surrounded, I might take down a few, but if I get stabbed or slashed, I'll be immobilized in no time. . .'Johan remembered Kaegal's teachings. Fleeing when you can't win wasn't shameful.The problem was how and where to escape.The mercenaries looked relaxed but were strategically positioned around the feudal lord's manor, their grip on their weapons showing no complacency.I have to break through after all.Avoiding a fight wasn't an option. Johan needed to find a relatively weaker one, kill them in one strike, and break through. He quickly formed a plan in his mind.S-Don't come here!Only then did they come to their senses.Where's your brother?Waiting in the bedroom. . . But why did you save us?Fern asked, puzzled. They never thought Johan would save them. They always mocked Johan, and he beat them when the time came.So you wished to be left to die?No. . . it's not that. . .I don't like you, but I don't hate you enough to leave you to die. That's all.. . .Thank you.Fern and Johm nodded in gratitude. Seeing Johan fully armed, they said,We'll bring weapons too! Let's fight together until father arrives!Sir Gessen is dead. Karamaf killed him. By now, every armed man near the lord's manor is probably dead, and no serfs will come to our aid. Stop talking nonsense and think about escaping.Johan's words froze them. They were overwhelmed by the flood of information.Father is. . .Slap!Johan slapped Fern. Fern, stunned, asked,Wha. . .?Snap out of it.You. . . You could have just said it, no need to hit!I don't have time to coddle you. I'm planning to break out now.Wait! Me too!No, it can't be. John.As Fern tried to stop him, John looked at him as if asking why.We. . . it's too much for us.Oh, because you got stabbed in the leg? Don't worry! I'll carry you and run. . .You fool. It's too much for your skills.Johan scolded John. It was literal. How could he think of breaking through with skills that couldn't even handle a single mercenary? John couldn't retort and just blushed.But brother, if we keep staying here, really. . .That's true. . .Fern licked his dry lips with his tongue, unsure of what to do. Johan picked up a longsword from the mercenaries and said.There is one way.What, what is it?Set a fire.. . .!!????????????????????????The mercenaries initially thought they were seeing things wrong. Flames began to burst from the windows of the feudal lord's residence.T-This is crazy. . .!Which b*stard set the fire?! Are they insane?!Karamaf had strictly forbidden setting fires for the purpose of identification. Moreover, there were things to loot inside, so no mercenary would be foolish enough to start a fire.It's definitely the guys who went in! These idiots must have messed up something and started the fire during the fight!These b*stards. . . if they come out, I'll kill them!The mercenaries cursed their colleagues who had entered first. They never imagined that the Aitz family would set the fire. What kind of madmen would set fire to their own location?
