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Chapter 38.1: It Was Warm in the City That Year (12)
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‘I had a bad dream, and now this chaos unfolds!’
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Caught off guard by an unexpected attack, the captain of the guards was so astonished that he only stared at the mercenaries pouring in from the side. Suetlg, unbelievably vigorous for an old man, shouted in a booming voice.
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“Forward, Crimson Iron Mercenary Company! Advance, St. Galanto Holy Knights’ Order! It’s time to fulfill our contract with the city!”
ᅠ
Any other mercenaries would have hesitated or even fled in the face of hundreds of elite attackers. But not these.
ᅠ
The Crimson Iron Mercenary Company, renowned for its loyal dwarf mercenaries, and the St. Galanto Holy Knights’ Order, paladins who’d rather die than break their vows, did not hesitate.
ᅠ
Those in reserve quickly moved to flank without a moment’s hesitation.
ᅠ
“Fire!”
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At Captain Kumal’s command, the dwarves unleashed their loaded crossbows on the approaching mercenaries.
ᅠ
Thud-thud-thud!
ᅠ
With heavy thuds, mercenaries fell, groaning. Some even tumbled over their shields.
ᅠ
The dwarves’ crossbows were far more powerful than the lighter ones carried by the mercenaries. Though harder to reload, the dwarves had no intention of doing so.
ᅠ
“Form a shield wall! Hold formation! Do not retreat in the name of Red Iron! Our ancestors watch over us!”
ᅠ
“Praise be to my Rock, my fortress, my stronghold. . .”
ᅠN♡vεlB¡n: Where Every Word Sparks Wonder.
The St. Galanto Holy Knights, murmuring scripture, drank from leather pouches. Their eyes flashed wildly, entering a frenzied state.
ᅠ
Suetlg recoiled at the sight. Aware of the paladins’ ferocity, it was still unsettling to witness.
ᅠ
“In the name of St. Galanto, charge!”
ᅠ
The holy water crafted through the St. Galanto Holy Knights’ Order’s mystical vision compelled them to fight relentlessly until death.
ᅠ
In this dire situation, Suetlg had no choice but to rely on these zealots. He took out a vial and began chanting.
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“O River Ipaël, I, a mere mortal who knows your secrets, beseech you. . .”
ᅠ
All this was due to his lack of power. Had the Emperor’s power been strong, he wouldn’t have resorted to such actions.
ᅠ
The Emperor, who ascended to the throne by the votes of the lords, had no power outside his own fiefdom but constantly coveted more.
ᅠ
It was natural for the nobles managing their own fiefdoms to resist.
ᅠ
“The nobles are now uprising against the Emperor’s tyranny. That b*stard Emperor doesn’t deserve the crown!”
ᅠ
“Y-Yes, you are right.”
ᅠ
“Shut your mouth! You despicable creature. Speak nonsense one more time and I’ll tear you apart.”
ᅠ
“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”
ᅠ
An elf knight angrily retorted to the scribe who tried to flatter him. He felt like beheading him on the spot.
ᅠ
Meanwhile, Johan was reassessing his thoughts. What was the most important thing in this situation?
ᅠ
Joining the main force in battle was obvious, but above all. . .
ᅠ
‘Capturing Baron Eiven seems the best course of action.’
ᅠ
He was of high hostage value as a noble, and the best to trouble the Emperor in this affair. Even if the tail is cut off, Baron Eiven, as a well-known limb of the Emperor, can’t escape blame. Anyone with eyes would recognize him. . .
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“Sir, give the command. If it’s your order, I’ll gladly follow.”
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“No, just as usual. . .”
ᅠ
“Right, I can happily follow Sir Johan’s command. Please, give your order.”
ᅠ
Johan was disgusted by the overly friendly elf knights. Honestly, he didn’t get along with the elf knights. He would accept gratitude for saving their lives but didn’t want to become personally close.
ᅠ
Still, the elf knights continued to approach him in a friendly manner.
ᅠ
“Where are you from in the Empire, do you know any nobles, have you thought about joining under Count Bartok, how much debt do you owe to the merchants. . .”
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Thanks to that, Johan let out a sigh of relief when he spotted the battlefield in the distance.
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“Well done, Karamaf.”
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Chapter 38.1: It Was Warm in the City That Year (12)
ᅠ
‘I had a bad dream, and now this chaos unfolds!’
ᅠ
Caught off guard by an unexpected attack, the captain of the guards was so astonished that he only stared at the mercenaries pouring in from the side. Suetlg, unbelievably vigorous for an old man, shouted in a booming voice.
ᅠ
“Forward, Crimson Iron Mercenary Company! Advance, St. Galanto Holy Knights’ Order! It’s time to fulfill our contract with the city!”
ᅠ
Any other mercenaries would have hesitated or even fled in the face of hundreds of elite attackers. But not these.
ᅠ
The Crimson Iron Mercenary Company, renowned for its loyal dwarf mercenaries, and the St. Galanto Holy Knights’ Order, paladins who’d rather die than break their vows, did not hesitate.
ᅠ
Those in reserve quickly moved to flank without a moment’s hesitation.
ᅠ
“Fire!”
ᅠ
At Captain Kumal’s command, the dwarves unleashed their loaded crossbows on the approaching mercenaries.
ᅠ
Thud-thud-thud!
ᅠ
With heavy thuds, mercenaries fell, groaning. Some even tumbled over their shields.
ᅠ
The dwarves’ crossbows were far more powerful than the lighter ones carried by the mercenaries. Though harder to reload, the dwarves had no intention of doing so.
ᅠ
“Form a shield wall! Hold formation! Do not retreat in the name of Red Iron! Our ancestors watch over us!”
ᅠ
“Praise be to my Rock, my fortress, my stronghold. . .”
ᅠN♡vεlB¡n: Where Every Word Sparks Wonder.
The St. Galanto Holy Knights, murmuring scripture, drank from leather pouches. Their eyes flashed wildly, entering a frenzied state.
ᅠ
Suetlg recoiled at the sight. Aware of the paladins’ ferocity, it was still unsettling to witness.
ᅠ
“In the name of St. Galanto, charge!”
ᅠ
The holy water crafted through the St. Galanto Holy Knights’ Order’s mystical vision compelled them to fight relentlessly until death.
ᅠ
In this dire situation, Suetlg had no choice but to rely on these zealots. He took out a vial and began chanting.
ᅠ
“O River Ipaël, I, a mere mortal who knows your secrets, beseech you. . .”
ᅠ
All this was due to his lack of power. Had the Emperor’s power been strong, he wouldn’t have resorted to such actions.
ᅠ
The Emperor, who ascended to the throne by the votes of the lords, had no power outside his own fiefdom but constantly coveted more.
ᅠ
It was natural for the nobles managing their own fiefdoms to resist.
ᅠ
“The nobles are now uprising against the Emperor’s tyranny. That b*stard Emperor doesn’t deserve the crown!”
ᅠ
“Y-Yes, you are right.”
ᅠ
“Shut your mouth! You despicable creature. Speak nonsense one more time and I’ll tear you apart.”
ᅠ
“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”
ᅠ
An elf knight angrily retorted to the scribe who tried to flatter him. He felt like beheading him on the spot.
ᅠ
Meanwhile, Johan was reassessing his thoughts. What was the most important thing in this situation?
ᅠ
Joining the main force in battle was obvious, but above all. . .
ᅠ
‘Capturing Baron Eiven seems the best course of action.’
ᅠ
He was of high hostage value as a noble, and the best to trouble the Emperor in this affair. Even if the tail is cut off, Baron Eiven, as a well-known limb of the Emperor, can’t escape blame. Anyone with eyes would recognize him. . .
ᅠ
“Sir, give the command. If it’s your order, I’ll gladly follow.”
ᅠ
“No, just as usual. . .”
ᅠ
“Right, I can happily follow Sir Johan’s command. Please, give your order.”
ᅠ
Johan was disgusted by the overly friendly elf knights. Honestly, he didn’t get along with the elf knights. He would accept gratitude for saving their lives but didn’t want to become personally close.
ᅠ
Still, the elf knights continued to approach him in a friendly manner.
ᅠ
“Where are you from in the Empire, do you know any nobles, have you thought about joining under Count Bartok, how much debt do you owe to the merchants. . .”
ᅠ
Thanks to that, Johan let out a sigh of relief when he spotted the battlefield in the distance.
ᅠ
“Well done, Karamaf.”
Chapter 38.1: It Was Warm in the City That Year 12I had a bad dream, and now this chaos unfolds!'Caught off guard by an unexpected attack, the captain of the guards was so astonished that he only stared at the mercenaries pouring in from the side. Suetlg, unbelievably vigorous for an old man, shouted in a booming voice.Forward, Crimson Iron Mercenary Company! Advance, St. Galanto Holy Knights' Order! It's time to fulfill our contract with the city!Any other mercenaries would have hesitated or even fled in the face of hundreds of elite attackers. But not these.The Crimson Iron Mercenary Company, renowned for its loyal dwarf mercenaries, and the St. Galanto Holy Knights' Order, paladins who'd rather die than break their vows, did not hesitate.Those in reserve quickly moved to flank without a moment's hesitation.Fire!At Captain Kumal's command, the dwarves unleashed their loaded crossbows on the approaching mercenaries.Thud-thud-thud!With heavy thuds, mercenaries fell, groaning. Some even tumbled over their shields.The dwarves' crossbows were far more powerful than the lighter ones carried by the mercenaries. Though harder to reload, the dwarves had no intention of doing so.Form a shield wall! Hold formation! Do not retreat in the name of Red Iron! Our ancestors watch over us!Praise be to my Rock, my fortress, my stronghold. . .NvlBn: Where Every Word Sparks Wonder.The St. Galanto Holy Knights, murmuring scripture, drank from leather pouches. Their eyes flashed wildly, entering a frenzied state.Suetlg recoiled at the sight. Aware of the paladins' ferocity, it was still unsettling to witness.In the name of St. Galanto, charge!The holy water crafted through the St. Galanto Holy Knights' Order's mystical vision compelled them to fight relentlessly until death.In this dire situation, Suetlg had no choice but to rely on these zealots. He took out a vial and began chanting.O River Ipael, I, a mere mortal who knows your secrets, beseech you. . .All this was due to his lack of power. Had the Emperor's power been strong, he wouldn't have resorted to such actions.The Emperor, who ascended to the throne by the votes of the lords, had no power outside his own fiefdom but constantly coveted more.It was natural for the nobles managing their own fiefdoms to resist.The nobles are now uprising against the Emperor's tyranny. That b*stard Emperor doesn't deserve the crown!Y-Yes, you are right.Shut your mouth! You despicable creature. Speak nonsense one more time and I'll tear you apart.I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!An elf knight angrily retorted to the scribe who tried to flatter him. He felt like beheading him on the spot.Meanwhile, Johan was reassessing his thoughts. What was the most important thing in this situation?Joining the main force in battle was obvious, but above all. . .Capturing Baron Eiven seems the best course of action.'He was of high hostage value as a noble, and the best to trouble the Emperor in this affair. Even if the tail is cut off, Baron Eiven, as a well-known limb of the Emperor, can't escape blame. Anyone with eyes would recognize him. . .Sir, give the command. If it's your order, I'll gladly follow.No, just as usual. . .Right, I can happily follow Sir Johan's command. Please, give your order.Johan was disgusted by the overly friendly elf knights. Honestly, he didn't get along with the elf knights. He would accept gratitude for saving their lives but didn't want to become personally close.Still, the elf knights continued to approach him in a friendly manner.Where are you from in the Empire, do you know any nobles, have you thought about joining under Count Bartok, how much debt do you owe to the merchants. . .Thanks to that, Johan let out a sigh of relief when he spotted the battlefield in the distance.Well done, Karamaf.
