Chapter 342
Puk!
'Now!'
Puk puk!
'It will be soon!'
A young man was digging at the ground. He was a beautiful young man. His beauty and grace didn't fade, despite having sunburned skin and dirt stains.
'Not long now!'
Puk puk! Puk!
The young man with the shy expression. He was digging at the ground with a hand plow when he heard the cry he had been waiting for.
"It's time for a snack!"
"…!"
The pupils of the young man greatly expanded. He jumped up and quickly used magic.
"Haste!"
Haste. It was a spell that raised the target's speed from 1.2 to 2.5 times. It wasn't easy to learn, but it was a useful magic that could be used extensively. Even if a person learned it, their performance would differ according to the capacity of the caster.
A magician who could double their speed with Haste? There were no more than 100 of them on the continent. However!
Swaeeek!
The squatting young man showed off a phenomenal performance. His speed was doubled and no one could catch up with him.
“That lousy person…!"
“He's trying to take all the potatoes today!"
The farmers were indignant. The young man who used Haste was Bland. He didn't hesitate to commit a foul by using magic to gain more potatoes.
"Did you forget that Piaro said we should divide it among ourselves?"
"I will tell Piaro!”
The farmers saw that he was about to leave and used a childish attack. Bland hesitated for a moment.
'I have to eat!'
Earl. Bland who had a rich life as the son of Earl Ashur, one of the 10 great magicians on the continent! For him, potatoes were just food that pigs were forced to eat. He had never eaten potatoes, and only consumed the finest ingredients, which were more nutritious and tastier than potatoes.
However, that changed after being held hostage in Reidan. Bland ate only potatoes to survive. Then he became thrilled. He was surprised by the gorgeous taste and the instant feeling of fullness.
In particular, the Rainbow Potato was a delicacy. He could get seven different types of tastes from one potato. A potato that he could only eat after being captured and suffering from a desperate situation. To Bland, it was more sacred than any blessing from a god. He was able to shake off all types of troubles and anxieties thanks to it.
There was plenty of food in the developed Reidan, but the potatoes were still the best for Bland.
***
“You want one today?"
The housewives asked Bland, who had run across the vast fields. Bland nodded without hesitation.
"That's right."
"Wow…"
The housewives thought it was pitiful. The beautiful young man in front of them. The housewives heard he was a precious child of a prestigious family. What wrong did he commit to live in slavery to Duke Grid?
Every day Bland worked in the fields, then there were rumors that he was taken separately by Piaro to be beaten in all types of ways. It was clear that this young man must be experiencing a terrible life. It was painful enough to want to die every day.
'Eating to relieve his stress…'
'It's a pity for such a good looking person.'
A housewife tearfully handed the snack to Bland. There were 10 baked potatoes and 10 boiled potatoes.
“As you know, there is only supposed to be one potato per person…"
“I know that you are always suffering, so I will give you all of this."
"Please eat and gain strength!"
'The people pity me.'
Bland had a unique bloodline and had been on the best elite course in the kingdom. He didn't have many opportunities to associate with the common people. However, his time in Reidan started to change his perception little by little.
'The people have a hard life, but they still take care of others. It's too much.'
It was ridiculous. But he couldn't help admiring it. Bland received the handkerchief containing potatoes and frowned.
“There's no need to worry about me. My bloodline means my physical strength isn't weak, so I won't get sick. There's no need for unnecessary worry."
Bland's speech was prideful and could hurt the housewives's feelings. But the housewives were fine. They thought it was cute that the young man didn't know how to express himself.
“Potato… I originally thought it was pig food, but I will eat it anyway."
Bah! Bland snorted and held the handkerchief close to his chest. Contrary to what he said, he clearly cherished the potatoes. He left the place. At this time, the farmers belatedly arrived.
“He took so much!"
“Some of us might not have enough to eat!"
“Damn that man!"
'Noisy.'
They were so excited that they had to run around and yell? It truly was shameful. Bland clicked his tongue and moved to a secluded place. It was near the north wall. He sat down to eat the potatoes when his eyes sank.
'There are a bunch of rats'.
There was a suspicious group clinging to one side of Reidan's high walls. There were 20 of them. They were moving carefully and slowly climbing the wall. The color of their clothes was similar to the color of the wall, making their stealth great.
The Bland from before he came to Reidan wouldn't have been able to detect them.
“Hrmm.”
Half a day ago. Asmophel led the army away, so it seemed like something big was occurring.
"It doesn't have anything to do with me."
Bland didn't care if the 20 assassins climbing the wall were successful in infiltrating Reidan. He wouldn't care even if they slaughtered people and set Reidan on fire. In fact, looking at it from his position, he should be applauding them.
"Then why…?"
Why didn't he like it? Bland placed a boiled potato in his mouth and stood up. The delicious potatoes, the farmers who suffered with him, and the housewives who cooked the potatoes and cared about him. They might be harmed.
"I feel bad."
More than anything else.
"…Irene."
The woman he once loved was in Reidan. He had no lingering feelings for her. She had already become the woman of another man.
'I want her to be happy.'
Bland's mind was made up by the time he put the third potato in his mouth.
"Fire Arrow."
Hwaruruk!
The 20 assassins climbing the wall. Eight fire arrows were shot at them. The momentum was completely different from a usual Fire Arrow. It was natural. He had been trained by Piaro for 16 months while doing field work every day.
He farmed… No, he could now borrow the natural mana of the ground. It was similar to the Natural State that belonged to the legendary Piaro.
***
Daluka. A legendary assassin wrapped in the veil of mystery. There were many speculations that Doran and Kasim were disciples of Daluka. Then one day 10 years ago. The Eternal Kingdom were lucky enough to obtain one of Daluka's hidden techniques.
From then on, they started raising the Silver Dragons group. They took 5,000 orphans from all over the kingdom and trained them as assassins, giving them Daluka's hidden technique.
Of course, it wasn't easy. Of the 5,000 children who endured the training and survived, only 40 were trained in Daluka's technique. Of these 40 people, not one of them had mastered the technique. They could only scratch the surface.
But this alone was enough. One year since the launch of the Silver Dragons group. The Silver Dragons had a 100% success rate with their missions. Prince Ren was confident. With the power of the Silver Dragons, the Eternal Kingdom would grow until they could eventually threaten the Saharan Empire.
At that time, the silver dragon drawn on the flag would spread open both wings again.
'What is happening?'
The 20 members of the Silver Dragons were baffled. Agricultural fields spread out in all directions from Reidan's outer walls. They had to pass through this place to get to Reidan, but the conditions of the farmers were strange.
'Why are they farmers?'
There were dozens of farmers scattered through the vast fields. But their movements were unusual. The way they wielded the sickle and hand plow was reminiscent of swordsmanship. In particular, a few farmers were strong enough to make the Silver Dragon members sensitive towards them. They seemed like influential people who would represent a kingdom.
'What is this?'
The Silver Dragons had learned Daluka's Absence of Worldly Desires technique. It was a breathing method that allowed them to infiltrate many places, even if it was only at the 5th stage. And the 20 people assigned to this mission were elite 5th stage Absence of Worldly Desires members. It meant they wouldn't show any agitation, even when facing death.
However, the farmers couldn't help making their hearts unsettled.
'It is better to move more carefully.'
The Silver Dragon members made the correct judgment and lay flat on the ground, crawling through the fields. They didn't want to be seen by the farmers. The result.
'Pant pant… It's dirty.'
A lot of time and stamina was consumed by the time the Silver Dragons reached Reidan's outer walls, making them fall behind schedule. Originally, they should've already had the duchess. Yet they hadn't even crossed the outer walls yet? It was truly shocking for the Silver Dragon members.
But they were elites.
'Erase the shaking.'
The members regained their calm thanks to Absence of Worldly Desires. Then they used 'Daluka's Clothes.' It was a technique that could achieve the ultimate stealth by making them like a chameleon.
Susuk.
Sususuk.
Even the gods in the sky wouldn't be able to see them right now! Then fire arrows flew towards the backs of the Silver Dragons climbing without any doubts.
“Heok!”
How were they noticed? The Silver Dragons avoided the magic and hurriedly looked around. The magic flew from the direction of one person. It was a farmer eating potatoes. The sun-tanned skin really made him seem like a hillbilly. It was unexpected, but this person was certainly a farmer.
'Did he use the magic?'
It was fast and powerful magic that they couldn't completely avoid!
'The farmers in this area are crazy!'
The eyes of the Silver Dragons shook. Their 5th stage Absence of Worldly Desires started shaking.
'We can't delay any longer. Should we ignore him and continue the mission?'
'No. Witnesses must be taken care of immediately in order to complete the secret mission.'
The Silver Dragons made a quick decision. They dropped down from the wall towards the farmer chewing potatoes. A magician had very weak defense. They believed that they could easily overpower the magician.
The magician's bombardment? There was no need to worry about that. Don't give him time to cast!
"Heok?"
The confident faces of the Silver Dragons distorted. The guy was a farmer or magician. Now he was creating a shield and pulling out a sword?
'What is his identity?'
Farmer, magician, swordsman. It was uncertain. Bland shot Fire Blast at the Silver Dragons. Using another spell while creating a shield as well?
“Double casting!”
The Silver Dragons paled. Their 5th stage Absence of Worldly Desires was broken.
At the same time.
"Throw it again."
King of Shadows, Kasim. The strongest assassin who had taken numerous lives was busy spending time with a newborn baby. He kept forcing the baby to do something.
“Abu! Abuuuu!"
The baby clamored with sharp eyes that resembled his father's. It felt like he was saying that he would do it this time. Then…
Peok!
Lord flew a block at a doll 3m away and it fell. It was an achievement that had taken two days. The growth was much faster than what Kasim predicted. Kasim was convinced as he felt something beyond admiration.
'This child…! This child will be able to master all of Master's skills!'
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Chapter 343
The power of a legend was truly great. Duke Grid, who saved the 1,000 northern troops, and caught the ankles of the 5,000 royal troops. He clearly proved his strength. Honestly, Prince Ren felt awe. Grid, who swept through the battlefield with four golden hands, was like the incarnation of the battlefield itself.
But!
'The important thing in a war is resources, but power!'
War wasn't just limited to the battlefield. Those who had a bigger perspective of the strategies and tactics spread out like cobwebs would win. In that sense, Grid was the worst. A ruler plunging into enemy lines alone? It was truly stupid.
'Grid! I will make you regret the fact that you entered the middle of the enemy troops!'
After a while, a separate group would hit Reidan from the rear, and then the Silver Dragons would capture the duke's wife. Then the initiative would be completely on Prince Ren's side. Grid would be completely isolated. The victory of the royal army would go as he planned.
'Huhut! Your stamina can't endure forever!'
In fact, Grid's movements were different from when he first appeared. He was tired and dusty from dealing with the soldiers, arrows, magic, and the surprise attacks of the knights. He had clearly become sluggish.
'I just need to buy a bit more time!'
A dark smile spread on Prince Ren's face as he watched Grid. He already felt like he had won. He just needed to hang on longer.
Puk!
Puuoooook!
"Kuak!"
“Heeok!”
A rain of arrows from Reidan's soldiers fell around Grid. It felt like the arrows wreaking havoc on the royal soldiers were becoming stronger?
'I must be mistaken.'
At first, he thought so. But he soon realized.
'I wasn't mistaken!'
Puuoooook!
"Kyaaak!"
The number of casualties from the arrows were rising rapidly. It was clear that the attack power of Reidan's soldiers had increased significantly since the beginning.
'What is this…?'
Chucksley called out to Ren, who was pale and nervous.
“The archery skills of the enemies are growing in real time! If this is the case, we won't be able to control the damage to our side! It's better to have the knights keep Duke Grid in check, while the soldiers defend against the arrows!"
"No! We can't do that!"
Training one knight was much more difficult than nurturing 1,000 soldiers. Prince Ren wanted to minimize the sacrifices of the knights. The role of grabbing Grid's ankle should be left to the soldiers.
'I just need to endure a little longer!'
It wouldn't be long now. Soon, an army would appear and hit the enemy archers from behind. However!
“Prince! The arrival time of the reinforcements has been exceeded!"
"…?"
Prince Ren looked up at the sky. It was just before the sun was about to set. If things went according to Prince Ren's plan, it was time for Hurent's group to arrive here and slaughter the enemies. Then why?
'Why haven't they arrived yet?'
Hurent was comparable to Chucksley. Hurent and the 2,000 troops couldn't be held back by monsters or thieves. Prince Ren thought for a moment before his eyes widened.
'It can't be!'
What if Grid had discovered the existence of the second group?
'He might've prepared an ambush for them!'
Grid! A person who didn't receive formal education managed to see the flow of the battlefield?
'Does he have an innate talent for strategy?'
Grid noticed the existence of the second group and prepared an ambush for them! It was just amazing. Then another sad piece of news was passed onto the disgruntled Prince Ren.
“Prince! I can't detect the Silver Dragons!"
“W-What?"
There was a magic power detector implanted in the bodies of the Silver Dragons. The purpose was to thoroughly supervise and manage them, as it was possible the brainwashing might be broken and betrayal would occur.
Now they couldn't be detected? This meant the death of the Silver Dragons.
'How?'
Prince Ren had 100% confidence in the abilities of the Silver Dragons. He didn't doubt that they were the strongest assassination group on the continent. Yet they failed to abduct one woman? He couldn't even imagine it.
'Unless the duchess is protected by someone as strong as Grid, it is unlikely that the Silver Dragons will fail… Heok!
Perhaps the duchess had a protector that was as strong as Grid? The Overgeared members who assisted Grid during the Reinhardt golem invasion in the past. Prince Ren shook as he was reminded of their existence.
'Considering their abilities at the time, can the Silver Dragons go against them?'
Grid!
'What the hell are you…?'
Prince Ren was suffering from extreme confusion when Chucksley shouted at him.
“It's difficult to come back from this situation! We should change our strategy now!"
“W-Why? What should we do?"
“It's meaningless to buy time!"
Chucksley tightened his grip on the sword he was holding.
“Put all our strength into killing Duke Grid!"
It was a signal. The knight captain Chucksley and deputy captain Andu. Those two skilled people, 50 royal knights, and thousands of soldiers rushed towards Grid. It was an offensive that wasn't afraid of losing people.
Dust covered the area where Grid was standing.
***
'It's dirty.'
The average level of the enemy was only 130. Setting aside Grid, most rankers would be able to slaughter the royal soldiers alone. However, Grid wasn't in a position to hurt the royal soldiers. He had an obligation to concede the experience to the soldiers of Reidan.
It was hard.He had to subdue them without killing! He had to regulate his strength, causing his stamina to be quickly consumed.
'In the first place, there are too many of them.'
5,000 enemies. When he faced them directly, there seemed to be no end to them. The soldiers of Reidan killed hundreds of enemies with their arrows, but nothing changed. When 10 soldiers were killed, countless others took their place.
The attacks coming from all directions? He would've been hit a few times if it wasn't for the God Hands.
'War is never easy.'
He wanted to evolve Reidan's strength so that he wouldn't suffer from this again. Grid breathed out roughly as dust covered him on all sides.
"Hit Duke Grid!"
"…!"
Grid frowned. Chucksley and the knights who had been by Prince Ren's side. They were simultaneously rushing towards him? The soldiers built a defensive formation around them and also ran.
“This is a bit dangerous?”
Grid was thinking when a whisper from Lauel was heard.
–Pull out your power.
The chunnibyou instructed Grid. Lauel sensed his reluctance and urged him.
–You can't afford to let the soldiers attack any longer. Excessive greed will poison you. I'll let the soldiers know what they have to do, so go crazy.
–Yes, I understand.
There was no room to spare. Grid nodded and took a position that was suitable for unfolding his sword dance.
"Duke Grid!"
Laden and the northern troops rushed to protect Grid.
"It's too unreasonable! Leave it to me and avoid them!"
"…You."
Laden’s expression was shrouded. At first glance, he was ready to die. Grid realized why Marquis Steim appreciated Laden so much.
'His loyalty is at the level of Jude.'
No, it was higher than Jude. Jude didn't care about his life because he had no thoughts, but Laden was prepared to sacrifice his life despite having a normal brain.
'It would be better if he had the skills to back it up.'
Grid didn't know Laden's skill and misunderstood to the end. Meanwhile, Laden wielded his sword at Chucksley.
“I won't let you pass!"
"Newbie! Open the path!"
Laden and Chucksley's swords collided in the air.
“Think about your body."
Grid grabbed Laden's shoulder and pulled him back. Thanks to this, Laden was safe from Chucksley's attack. However, Grid was the one in trouble instead. Chucksley let dozens of knights to strike at Grid.
"Duke Grid!!"
Laden hurriedly exclaimed. It was impossible for Grid to deal with dozens of knights alone. Even the four golden hands were useless because they were busy dealing with the soldiers. The shouting Laden feared the worst for Grid. Grid couldn't help smiling.
"Cute guy."
"…?"
He was smiling in this situation? Laden was worried that Grid had lost his mind. Then an amazing sight occurred in front of him.
"Pagma's Swordsmanship, Restraint."
It was a daunting sword dance. Grid's feet trampled on the desert sand and was reminiscent of a military style.
Jeeeong!
The air around Grid became heavy and oppressive.
"Umm…"
The knights and soldiers around Grid lost their momentum and retreated. There was only one person. Chucksley was able to overcome the oppression with his mind and body, and stabbed at Grid. But his sword didn't reach Grid.
Pahat!
Something rose from behind Grid. It looked exactly like Grid and rushed out to defend against Chucksley's sword. It was Doppelganger Randy, who copied Grid's appearance.
"A clone…!"
Chucksley and the knights were agitated.
It was common sense that clones were merely illusions. However, Grid's clone clearly felt real. It was like facing another Grid.
"Pagma’s Descendant! Why do you have these techniques when you're a blacksmith?"
The confused Chucksley shouted.
"The power of pets."
"Power of pets?"
What was that? Chucksley's mind became complicated because Grid used hard to understand words. Meanwhile, his swordsmanship overwhelmed Doppelganger Randy, who only had 30% of Grid's abilities. But he couldn't play around forever.
“Dragon's Stretching."
The qigong master's third advancement class, 'Master of the Flow.' Its single combat ability was relatively inferior, but it was a class that existed for war because it could change the climate and terrain…
In order to fulfill his role as Grid's aide, Lauel used a skill he obtained after becoming Master of the Flow.
Kurururu!
The desert shook. The earthquake stirred up the area, causing the sand to pour down in all directions and swallow up the royal troops.
"Blackening."
Kuwaaaaaang!
Darker than the starless night sky. Grid released his power in the center of the chaos and brought disaster to the royal army. Pagma's Swordsmanship, Wave, Link, Kill, Transcend, etc. Grid poured out everything without holding back. He also had the support of Lauel, the northern troops and Reidan's troops, causing the war to end quickly.
The northern army in the middle of the battlefield was forced to suffer great damage, but it was a great achievement for Reidan because they weren't damaged and they raised their levels. It was truly a one-sided victory.
But Asmophel wasn't satisfied with this result.
"Please give me a chance to do something…"
He wanted to be seen by His Lord. Then Grid cried out to the eagerly waiting Asmophel.
"Asmophel! Recover the loot with the soldiers!"
"…Yes."
It was this role again. Asmophel, who was once considered one of the two pillars of the Saharan Empire. The tears of a person that Piaro acknowledged soaked the battlefield.
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Chapter 344
'He is already tired.'
Grid played a big role on the battlefield, but Lauel wasn't satisfied. Honestly, it was below expectations.
'I wanted him to show that he wasn't lacking anything.'
The ability to read and respond to the enemy's movements, ability to utilize the terrain, the timing to use skills and take potions, the abilities of the items, etc. The current Grid wasn't bad overall, but it wasn't enough to compare with the high rankers.
This wasn't meant to disparage him. The most appropriate expression was not the best or the worst.
'It's more exciting to see Yura's skills. Grid is still lacking. First of all, he has poor control over his stamina and mana.'
Grid had to bear that in mind at all times. The power of legendary skills was excellent, but they consumed a lot of resources.
'Every time he is a crisis, he has a habit of relying on Wave and Restraint. It is a fatal weakness against those who can avoid non-targeted skills. I don't know why he uses Magic Missile so much.'
That wasn't all.
'The God Hands have a mere artificial intelligence. There are attacks that the God Hands can't cope with right now… For example, what if they are attacked by a superior attack?'
Among the rankers, there were those who were called 'supreme.' As a simple example, Kraugel and Agnus had something in common. A way to strike at them couldn't be found. Then what about Grid?
There were still a lot of gaps. As far as Lauel could see, Yura would surpass Grid as soon as she reached level 300.
'For sure…'
Grid was steadily growing and would continue to do so. Lauel trusted him, but he still couldn't help feeling worried. It was because every human had a limit.
'But.'
It didn't matter if Grid reached the limits of his talent.
'He can overcome it with items.'
Grid had the skill to create legendary items. It was possible to create completely new types of items, making the possibilities endless.
'I will help you make more creative items than typical items.'
Lauel thought while looking at the battlefield and commanding the soldiers. Unlike his attitude, his vision captured the movements of Prince Ren.
"He's finally leaving the battlefield."
The knights blocked Grid, while the northern troops and Reidan troops were busy dealing with the soldiers. No one noticed that the enemy, Prince Ren, was running away. Lauel laughed.
'This will make him easier to capture.'
Lauel opened the list of Reidan's soldiers and arranged them in order of level. Then he named 13 soldiers.
“Arm yourselves with this and follow me."
"Yes!"
The soldiers that Lauel pointed out. They had all reached the level 160 required for the Mass Production Grid Set.
***
'It's impossible! This is ridiculous!'
Prince Ren had an excruciating headache. The moon shining down on the cold desert didn't cool the boiling heat in his head.
'Using power to overcome the difference in numbers and detecting all my strategies!'
Grid!
He was far beyond what Prince Ren assumed. A person that shouldn't be turned into an enemy. Despite the loss of his royal dignity, he had to admit this. The Patrian horses running through the desert sand.
Prince Ren held the reins tightly as pain, anger, regret, and despair dominated his mind. The defeat today might've completely destroyed the foundation of the 1st Prince. He was feeling frustrating when a group appeared behind him.
Lauel and the 13 soldiers.
“Prince Ren! If you don't want to die, surrender right now! Stop if you want to live!"
“Would you stop if you were me?"
Prince Ren thought scoffed at Lauel's nonsensical words and spurred the horse on. Lauel sighed and beckoned to the soldiers.
"Shoot."
"Huh?"
Shoot a bow while riding on a horse? The Reidan soldiers were baffled. They were novices in riding horses, so shooting on horseback was a long time away. Lauel shouted as they hesitated.
“Trust in the power of items!"
"Items…!"
Common NPCs didn't know the concept of being overgeared, but the soldiers of Reidan were different. Their superiors had sat them down and told them about being overgeared and the power of items. They pulled out their bows while their horses ran.
Lauel was the same. Then a notification window popped up in front of him.
[You have let go of the horse's reins! Danger! The risk of falling from the horse will increase by 60%!]
[The Mass Produced Grid's Gaiters have attached to the stirrups. The risk of falling has decreased significantly.]
'He made it properly!'
The skills of elite soldiers included horseback riding. But it took a considerable amount of time to train them to wield a sword or shoot arrows on a running horse. In particular, the desert terrain of Reidan made it harder for beginners to learn. Lauel was worried about this and made a request to Grid.
Solve it with items. Grid's response to this was the Mass Produced Grid's Gaiters. It was made in a form where the gaiters could be attached to the stirrups. There was the disadvantage of being uncomfortable when getting off the horse, but…
'We will get used to it!'
Kirik!
On a running horse! Lauel and 13 soldiers pulled back their bowstrings! Prince Ren was shocked by the sight.
'Soldiers have learned the skill of fighting on horseback?'
It was difficult for even knights to learn! A smile appeared on Lauel's face as he saw Prince Ren's expression.
"Reidan's soldiers, you are the loyal subordinates of Duke Grid! Place your anger in the sharp arrowheads! Pass on the arrows of regret and despair towards the head of the enemy who dared invade Reidan!"
The 13 soldiers got goosebumps at Lauel's horrific shout. But they were the soldiers who endured Piaro and Asmophel's hell training, so they calmed their minds and fired the bow in an unwavering manner.
Pahat!
Pa pa pa pat!
“Protect the prince!"
As the heir, Prince Ren's importance was very high in the Eternal Kingdom. He was constantly guarded by members of the Silver Dragons. Daluka's Clothes were turned off, and the five Silver Dragons following the prince revealed themselves, breaking the 14 arrows with their daggers. The silver color in the darkness was very sharp.
'They are strong!'
Panic appeared on the soldiers' faces. Their skills weren't at the level to deal with high level assassins. But Lauel was still smiling.
"Noe!"
It was the best demonic beast in hell. Throughout this war, he had been asleep on Lauel's chest. Grid had ordered that he escort Lauel.
"Nyang!"
A black cat with small demon wings! His chubby body flew to the assassins and swung his sharp claws.
"Nya nya nya nya nyang!"
“Heok!"
"Ugh!"
"Keok!"
The Silver Dragons were strong. It wasn't easy for Noe, who was only in the early 200's, to easily overpower them. The daggers focused on blocking Noe's attacks. However, Noe had a secret technique.
“Kyong!"
Noe's mouth stretched wide open. The agility of the Silver Dragons was swallowed by Noe.
“I'm much better compared to my previous life."
Qi was focused on Lauel's fingertips. Then the Dragon's Claws sprang up from the ground and fatally injured the weakened Silver Dragons.
“U-Unbelievable!”
The Silver Dragons were easily subdued!
'What is that crazy cat?'
Prince Ren increased the speed of his horse. But Noe's movement speed far exceeded it after taking the agility of the Silver Dragons.
Peok!
"Ugh!"
The cat's paws struck the back of Prince Ren's head and knocked him down. It was the shame of a lifetime.
***
The Reidan army's military barracks. The 1st Prince Ren, who abandoned his army and retreated, and the soldiers who were captured.
“You guys dare!? Don't you know who I am?"
Royalty. Ren, who was first in the line of succession, recognized himself as a holy presence. Wasn't it too insulting to be caught by soldiers and dragged around like a dog? He would rather die than bear this shame. Grid read the anger and resentment filling those stubborn eyes and scoffed.
“This totally crazy bastard."
"What…?"
He might be a prisoner, but wasn't he still a prince of the Eternal Kingdom? He should be treated with a minimum of courtesy, not dragged around and forced to kneel like a dog!
"E-Ek? Duke Grid! You! How can you say such words?"
"It's easy. Aren't you really crazy? First, you're the one who invaded my territory, but you want to blame me? What is with this impertinent attitude?"
"Don't talk nonsense!"
Kwaduduk!
Prince Ren coughed up blood. It felt like something was broken. Grid sighed, "You don't know your mistake."
This was the temperament of the strong. They were accustomed to trampling on others and living their own way. They were unaware of their own faults.
'It was the same with Lee Junho and Choi Chansung.'
Grid had been bullied by them for a long time, so he was well aware of it.
"People like you don't change easily. It's the same for me."
Grid's current personality was mostly shaped by what he experienced.
He had been submissive and trampled on for most of his life, giving him an obsession to pay back any grudges and a tendency for violence. His basic tendencies still hadn't changed, even with his life improving.
“Lower your eyes."
Peeok!
Grid didn't treat the other person in a special manner just because he was a prince. He forced Prince Ren to bow his head and made an immediate decision.
“You are sentenced to death.”
There was a commotion in the surroundings. There was a captivity law in the West Continent. It was a common law that lasted for hundreds of years that prisoners couldn't be harmed if they were nobility or royalty. The fact that Grid would violate this law astonished Prince Ren and the royal army.
Lauel sent Grid a whisper.
–Hold on. If you kill Prince Ren, Reidan will become independent and have a completely hostile relationship with the Eternal Kingdom.
–Then let's be independent. Won't I be king anyway?
–It's premature. If Reidan becomes independent from Eternal right now, there's a possibility that Marquis Steim's northern territory will be taken while it is isolated, and Reidan is likely to become the empire's prey.
–Hmm.
Grid's understanding was low. But he paid attention to what the other person said.
–I don't know… Then what should I do?
–Be magnanimous and spare him. Anyway, Prince Ren is responsible for this war and he has completely lost his foundation. By sending him back alive, you can make him build up forces loyal to you, killing two birds with one stone. More forces will support you and Reidan can establish a greater presence in the Eternal Kingdom.
-But I already declared that I wouldn't send the invaders back alive.
–I'm telling you to reverse the decision. You won't lose any dignity. No, many users will admire your wise choice.
–That… Really?
Reversing the decision. Grid didn't particularly like it.
–You, you aren't planning to stab me in the back later right?
–It will never happen, as long as you are ruling above me.
-…I will work hard, even if you're scary.
–Huhuhut!
The smiling chuunibyou Lauel. The fact that he would never commit betrayal, Grid knew this better than anyone else.
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Chapter 342
Puk!
'Now!'
Puk puk!
'It will be soon!'
A young man was digging at the ground. He was a beautiful young man. His beauty and grace didn't fade, despite having sunburned skin and dirt stains.
'Not long now!'
Puk puk! Puk!
The young man with the shy expression. He was digging at the ground with a hand plow when he heard the cry he had been waiting for.
"It's time for a snack!"
"…!"
The pupils of the young man greatly expanded. He jumped up and quickly used magic.
"Haste!"
Haste. It was a spell that raised the target's speed from 1.2 to 2.5 times. It wasn't easy to learn, but it was a useful magic that could be used extensively. Even if a person learned it, their performance would differ according to the capacity of the caster.
A magician who could double their speed with Haste? There were no more than 100 of them on the continent. However!
Swaeeek!
The squatting young man showed off a phenomenal performance. His speed was doubled and no one could catch up with him.
“That lousy person…!"
“He's trying to take all the potatoes today!"
The farmers were indignant. The young man who used Haste was Bland. He didn't hesitate to commit a foul by using magic to gain more potatoes.
"Did you forget that Piaro said we should divide it among ourselves?"
"I will tell Piaro!”
The farmers saw that he was about to leave and used a childish attack. Bland hesitated for a moment.
'I have to eat!'
Earl. Bland who had a rich life as the son of Earl Ashur, one of the 10 great magicians on the continent! For him, potatoes were just food that pigs were forced to eat. He had never eaten potatoes, and only consumed the finest ingredients, which were more nutritious and tastier than potatoes.
However, that changed after being held hostage in Reidan. Bland ate only potatoes to survive. Then he became thrilled. He was surprised by the gorgeous taste and the instant feeling of fullness.
In particular, the Rainbow Potato was a delicacy. He could get seven different types of tastes from one potato. A potato that he could only eat after being captured and suffering from a desperate situation. To Bland, it was more sacred than any blessing from a god. He was able to shake off all types of troubles and anxieties thanks to it.
There was plenty of food in the developed Reidan, but the potatoes were still the best for Bland.
***
“You want one today?"
The housewives asked Bland, who had run across the vast fields. Bland nodded without hesitation.
"That's right."
"Wow…"
The housewives thought it was pitiful. The beautiful young man in front of them. The housewives heard he was a precious child of a prestigious family. What wrong did he commit to live in slavery to Duke Grid?
Every day Bland worked in the fields, then there were rumors that he was taken separately by Piaro to be beaten in all types of ways. It was clear that this young man must be experiencing a terrible life. It was painful enough to want to die every day.
'Eating to relieve his stress…'
'It's a pity for such a good looking person.'
A housewife tearfully handed the snack to Bland. There were 10 baked potatoes and 10 boiled potatoes.
“As you know, there is only supposed to be one potato per person…"
“I know that you are always suffering, so I will give you all of this."
"Please eat and gain strength!"
'The people pity me.'
Bland had a unique bloodline and had been on the best elite course in the kingdom. He didn't have many opportunities to associate with the common people. However, his time in Reidan started to change his perception little by little.
'The people have a hard life, but they still take care of others. It's too much.'
It was ridiculous. But he couldn't help admiring it. Bland received the handkerchief containing potatoes and frowned.
“There's no need to worry about me. My bloodline means my physical strength isn't weak, so I won't get sick. There's no need for unnecessary worry."
Bland's speech was prideful and could hurt the housewives's feelings. But the housewives were fine. They thought it was cute that the young man didn't know how to express himself.
“Potato… I originally thought it was pig food, but I will eat it anyway."
Bah! Bland snorted and held the handkerchief close to his chest. Contrary to what he said, he clearly cherished the potatoes. He left the place. At this time, the farmers belatedly arrived.
“He took so much!"
“Some of us might not have enough to eat!"
“Damn that man!"
'Noisy.'
They were so excited that they had to run around and yell? It truly was shameful. Bland clicked his tongue and moved to a secluded place. It was near the north wall. He sat down to eat the potatoes when his eyes sank.
'There are a bunch of rats'.
There was a suspicious group clinging to one side of Reidan's high walls. There were 20 of them. They were moving carefully and slowly climbing the wall. The color of their clothes was similar to the color of the wall, making their stealth great.
The Bland from before he came to Reidan wouldn't have been able to detect them.
“Hrmm.”
Half a day ago. Asmophel led the army away, so it seemed like something big was occurring.
"It doesn't have anything to do with me."
Bland didn't care if the 20 assassins climbing the wall were successful in infiltrating Reidan. He wouldn't care even if they slaughtered people and set Reidan on fire. In fact, looking at it from his position, he should be applauding them.
"Then why…?"
Why didn't he like it? Bland placed a boiled potato in his mouth and stood up. The delicious potatoes, the farmers who suffered with him, and the housewives who cooked the potatoes and cared about him. They might be harmed.
"I feel bad."
More than anything else.
"…Irene."
The woman he once loved was in Reidan. He had no lingering feelings for her. She had already become the woman of another man.
'I want her to be happy.'
Bland's mind was made up by the time he put the third potato in his mouth.
"Fire Arrow."
Hwaruruk!
The 20 assassins climbing the wall. Eight fire arrows were shot at them. The momentum was completely different from a usual Fire Arrow. It was natural. He had been trained by Piaro for 16 months while doing field work every day.
He farmed… No, he could now borrow the natural mana of the ground. It was similar to the Natural State that belonged to the legendary Piaro.
***
Daluka. A legendary assassin wrapped in the veil of mystery. There were many speculations that Doran and Kasim were disciples of Daluka. Then one day 10 years ago. The Eternal Kingdom were lucky enough to obtain one of Daluka's hidden techniques.
From then on, they started raising the Silver Dragons group. They took 5,000 orphans from all over the kingdom and trained them as assassins, giving them Daluka's hidden technique.
Of course, it wasn't easy. Of the 5,000 children who endured the training and survived, only 40 were trained in Daluka's technique. Of these 40 people, not one of them had mastered the technique. They could only scratch the surface.
But this alone was enough. One year since the launch of the Silver Dragons group. The Silver Dragons had a 100% success rate with their missions. Prince Ren was confident. With the power of the Silver Dragons, the Eternal Kingdom would grow until they could eventually threaten the Saharan Empire.
At that time, the silver dragon drawn on the flag would spread open both wings again.
'What is happening?'
The 20 members of the Silver Dragons were baffled. Agricultural fields spread out in all directions from Reidan's outer walls. They had to pass through this place to get to Reidan, but the conditions of the farmers were strange.
'Why are they farmers?'
There were dozens of farmers scattered through the vast fields. But their movements were unusual. The way they wielded the sickle and hand plow was reminiscent of swordsmanship. In particular, a few farmers were strong enough to make the Silver Dragon members sensitive towards them. They seemed like influential people who would represent a kingdom.
'What is this?'
The Silver Dragons had learned Daluka's Absence of Worldly Desires technique. It was a breathing method that allowed them to infiltrate many places, even if it was only at the 5th stage. And the 20 people assigned to this mission were elite 5th stage Absence of Worldly Desires members. It meant they wouldn't show any agitation, even when facing death.
However, the farmers couldn't help making their hearts unsettled.
'It is better to move more carefully.'
The Silver Dragon members made the correct judgment and lay flat on the ground, crawling through the fields. They didn't want to be seen by the farmers. The result.
'Pant pant… It's dirty.'
A lot of time and stamina was consumed by the time the Silver Dragons reached Reidan's outer walls, making them fall behind schedule. Originally, they should've already had the duchess. Yet they hadn't even crossed the outer walls yet? It was truly shocking for the Silver Dragon members.
But they were elites.
'Erase the shaking.'
The members regained their calm thanks to Absence of Worldly Desires. Then they used 'Daluka's Clothes.' It was a technique that could achieve the ultimate stealth by making them like a chameleon.
Susuk.
Sususuk.
Even the gods in the sky wouldn't be able to see them right now! Then fire arrows flew towards the backs of the Silver Dragons climbing without any doubts.
“Heok!”
How were they noticed? The Silver Dragons avoided the magic and hurriedly looked around. The magic flew from the direction of one person. It was a farmer eating potatoes. The sun-tanned skin really made him seem like a hillbilly. It was unexpected, but this person was certainly a farmer.
'Did he use the magic?'
It was fast and powerful magic that they couldn't completely avoid!
'The farmers in this area are crazy!'
The eyes of the Silver Dragons shook. Their 5th stage Absence of Worldly Desires started shaking.
'We can't delay any longer. Should we ignore him and continue the mission?'
'No. Witnesses must be taken care of immediately in order to complete the secret mission.'
The Silver Dragons made a quick decision. They dropped down from the wall towards the farmer chewing potatoes. A magician had very weak defense. They believed that they could easily overpower the magician.
The magician's bombardment? There was no need to worry about that. Don't give him time to cast!
"Heok?"
The confident faces of the Silver Dragons distorted. The guy was a farmer or magician. Now he was creating a shield and pulling out a sword?
'What is his identity?'
Farmer, magician, swordsman. It was uncertain. Bland shot Fire Blast at the Silver Dragons. Using another spell while creating a shield as well?
“Double casting!”
The Silver Dragons paled. Their 5th stage Absence of Worldly Desires was broken.
At the same time.
"Throw it again."
King of Shadows, Kasim. The strongest assassin who had taken numerous lives was busy spending time with a newborn baby. He kept forcing the baby to do something.
“Abu! Abuuuu!"
The baby clamored with sharp eyes that resembled his father's. It felt like he was saying that he would do it this time. Then…
Peok!
Lord flew a block at a doll 3m away and it fell. It was an achievement that had taken two days. The growth was much faster than what Kasim predicted. Kasim was convinced as he felt something beyond admiration.
'This child…! This child will be able to master all of Master's skills!'
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Chapter 343
The power of a legend was truly great. Duke Grid, who saved the 1,000 northern troops, and caught the ankles of the 5,000 royal troops. He clearly proved his strength. Honestly, Prince Ren felt awe. Grid, who swept through the battlefield with four golden hands, was like the incarnation of the battlefield itself.
But!
'The important thing in a war is resources, but power!'
War wasn't just limited to the battlefield. Those who had a bigger perspective of the strategies and tactics spread out like cobwebs would win. In that sense, Grid was the worst. A ruler plunging into enemy lines alone? It was truly stupid.
'Grid! I will make you regret the fact that you entered the middle of the enemy troops!'
After a while, a separate group would hit Reidan from the rear, and then the Silver Dragons would capture the duke's wife. Then the initiative would be completely on Prince Ren's side. Grid would be completely isolated. The victory of the royal army would go as he planned.
'Huhut! Your stamina can't endure forever!'
In fact, Grid's movements were different from when he first appeared. He was tired and dusty from dealing with the soldiers, arrows, magic, and the surprise attacks of the knights. He had clearly become sluggish.
'I just need to buy a bit more time!'
A dark smile spread on Prince Ren's face as he watched Grid. He already felt like he had won. He just needed to hang on longer.
Puk!
Puuoooook!
"Kuak!"
“Heeok!”
A rain of arrows from Reidan's soldiers fell around Grid. It felt like the arrows wreaking havoc on the royal soldiers were becoming stronger?
'I must be mistaken.'
At first, he thought so. But he soon realized.
'I wasn't mistaken!'
Puuoooook!
"Kyaaak!"
The number of casualties from the arrows were rising rapidly. It was clear that the attack power of Reidan's soldiers had increased significantly since the beginning.
'What is this…?'
Chucksley called out to Ren, who was pale and nervous.
“The archery skills of the enemies are growing in real time! If this is the case, we won't be able to control the damage to our side! It's better to have the knights keep Duke Grid in check, while the soldiers defend against the arrows!"
"No! We can't do that!"
Training one knight was much more difficult than nurturing 1,000 soldiers. Prince Ren wanted to minimize the sacrifices of the knights. The role of grabbing Grid's ankle should be left to the soldiers.
'I just need to endure a little longer!'
It wouldn't be long now. Soon, an army would appear and hit the enemy archers from behind. However!
“Prince! The arrival time of the reinforcements has been exceeded!"
"…?"
Prince Ren looked up at the sky. It was just before the sun was about to set. If things went according to Prince Ren's plan, it was time for Hurent's group to arrive here and slaughter the enemies. Then why?
'Why haven't they arrived yet?'
Hurent was comparable to Chucksley. Hurent and the 2,000 troops couldn't be held back by monsters or thieves. Prince Ren thought for a moment before his eyes widened.
'It can't be!'
What if Grid had discovered the existence of the second group?
'He might've prepared an ambush for them!'
Grid! A person who didn't receive formal education managed to see the flow of the battlefield?
'Does he have an innate talent for strategy?'
Grid noticed the existence of the second group and prepared an ambush for them! It was just amazing. Then another sad piece of news was passed onto the disgruntled Prince Ren.
“Prince! I can't detect the Silver Dragons!"
“W-What?"
There was a magic power detector implanted in the bodies of the Silver Dragons. The purpose was to thoroughly supervise and manage them, as it was possible the brainwashing might be broken and betrayal would occur.
Now they couldn't be detected? This meant the death of the Silver Dragons.
'How?'
Prince Ren had 100% confidence in the abilities of the Silver Dragons. He didn't doubt that they were the strongest assassination group on the continent. Yet they failed to abduct one woman? He couldn't even imagine it.
'Unless the duchess is protected by someone as strong as Grid, it is unlikely that the Silver Dragons will fail… Heok!
Perhaps the duchess had a protector that was as strong as Grid? The Overgeared members who assisted Grid during the Reinhardt golem invasion in the past. Prince Ren shook as he was reminded of their existence.
'Considering their abilities at the time, can the Silver Dragons go against them?'
Grid!
'What the hell are you…?'
Prince Ren was suffering from extreme confusion when Chucksley shouted at him.
“It's difficult to come back from this situation! We should change our strategy now!"
“W-Why? What should we do?"
“It's meaningless to buy time!"
Chucksley tightened his grip on the sword he was holding.
“Put all our strength into killing Duke Grid!"
It was a signal. The knight captain Chucksley and deputy captain Andu. Those two skilled people, 50 royal knights, and thousands of soldiers rushed towards Grid. It was an offensive that wasn't afraid of losing people.
Dust covered the area where Grid was standing.
***
'It's dirty.'
The average level of the enemy was only 130. Setting aside Grid, most rankers would be able to slaughter the royal soldiers alone. However, Grid wasn't in a position to hurt the royal soldiers. He had an obligation to concede the experience to the soldiers of Reidan.
It was hard.He had to subdue them without killing! He had to regulate his strength, causing his stamina to be quickly consumed.
'In the first place, there are too many of them.'
5,000 enemies. When he faced them directly, there seemed to be no end to them. The soldiers of Reidan killed hundreds of enemies with their arrows, but nothing changed. When 10 soldiers were killed, countless others took their place.
The attacks coming from all directions? He would've been hit a few times if it wasn't for the God Hands.
'War is never easy.'
He wanted to evolve Reidan's strength so that he wouldn't suffer from this again. Grid breathed out roughly as dust covered him on all sides.
"Hit Duke Grid!"
"…!"
Grid frowned. Chucksley and the knights who had been by Prince Ren's side. They were simultaneously rushing towards him? The soldiers built a defensive formation around them and also ran.
“This is a bit dangerous?”
Grid was thinking when a whisper from Lauel was heard.
–Pull out your power.
The chunnibyou instructed Grid. Lauel sensed his reluctance and urged him.
–You can't afford to let the soldiers attack any longer. Excessive greed will poison you. I'll let the soldiers know what they have to do, so go crazy.
–Yes, I understand.
There was no room to spare. Grid nodded and took a position that was suitable for unfolding his sword dance.
"Duke Grid!"
Laden and the northern troops rushed to protect Grid.
"It's too unreasonable! Leave it to me and avoid them!"
"…You."
Laden’s expression was shrouded. At first glance, he was ready to die. Grid realized why Marquis Steim appreciated Laden so much.
'His loyalty is at the level of Jude.'
No, it was higher than Jude. Jude didn't care about his life because he had no thoughts, but Laden was prepared to sacrifice his life despite having a normal brain.
'It would be better if he had the skills to back it up.'
Grid didn't know Laden's skill and misunderstood to the end. Meanwhile, Laden wielded his sword at Chucksley.
“I won't let you pass!"
"Newbie! Open the path!"
Laden and Chucksley's swords collided in the air.
“Think about your body."
Grid grabbed Laden's shoulder and pulled him back. Thanks to this, Laden was safe from Chucksley's attack. However, Grid was the one in trouble instead. Chucksley let dozens of knights to strike at Grid.
"Duke Grid!!"
Laden hurriedly exclaimed. It was impossible for Grid to deal with dozens of knights alone. Even the four golden hands were useless because they were busy dealing with the soldiers. The shouting Laden feared the worst for Grid. Grid couldn't help smiling.
"Cute guy."
"…?"
He was smiling in this situation? Laden was worried that Grid had lost his mind. Then an amazing sight occurred in front of him.
"Pagma's Swordsmanship, Restraint."
It was a daunting sword dance. Grid's feet trampled on the desert sand and was reminiscent of a military style.
Jeeeong!
The air around Grid became heavy and oppressive.
"Umm…"
The knights and soldiers around Grid lost their momentum and retreated. There was only one person. Chucksley was able to overcome the oppression with his mind and body, and stabbed at Grid. But his sword didn't reach Grid.
Pahat!
Something rose from behind Grid. It looked exactly like Grid and rushed out to defend against Chucksley's sword. It was Doppelganger Randy, who copied Grid's appearance.
"A clone…!"
Chucksley and the knights were agitated.
It was common sense that clones were merely illusions. However, Grid's clone clearly felt real. It was like facing another Grid.
"Pagma’s Descendant! Why do you have these techniques when you're a blacksmith?"
The confused Chucksley shouted.
"The power of pets."
"Power of pets?"
What was that? Chucksley's mind became complicated because Grid used hard to understand words. Meanwhile, his swordsmanship overwhelmed Doppelganger Randy, who only had 30% of Grid's abilities. But he couldn't play around forever.
“Dragon's Stretching."
The qigong master's third advancement class, 'Master of the Flow.' Its single combat ability was relatively inferior, but it was a class that existed for war because it could change the climate and terrain…
In order to fulfill his role as Grid's aide, Lauel used a skill he obtained after becoming Master of the Flow.
Kurururu!
The desert shook. The earthquake stirred up the area, causing the sand to pour down in all directions and swallow up the royal troops.
"Blackening."
Kuwaaaaaang!
Darker than the starless night sky. Grid released his power in the center of the chaos and brought disaster to the royal army. Pagma's Swordsmanship, Wave, Link, Kill, Transcend, etc. Grid poured out everything without holding back. He also had the support of Lauel, the northern troops and Reidan's troops, causing the war to end quickly.
The northern army in the middle of the battlefield was forced to suffer great damage, but it was a great achievement for Reidan because they weren't damaged and they raised their levels. It was truly a one-sided victory.
But Asmophel wasn't satisfied with this result.
"Please give me a chance to do something…"
He wanted to be seen by His Lord. Then Grid cried out to the eagerly waiting Asmophel.
"Asmophel! Recover the loot with the soldiers!"
"…Yes."
It was this role again. Asmophel, who was once considered one of the two pillars of the Saharan Empire. The tears of a person that Piaro acknowledged soaked the battlefield.
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Chapter 344
'He is already tired.'
Grid played a big role on the battlefield, but Lauel wasn't satisfied. Honestly, it was below expectations.
'I wanted him to show that he wasn't lacking anything.'
The ability to read and respond to the enemy's movements, ability to utilize the terrain, the timing to use skills and take potions, the abilities of the items, etc. The current Grid wasn't bad overall, but it wasn't enough to compare with the high rankers.
This wasn't meant to disparage him. The most appropriate expression was not the best or the worst.
'It's more exciting to see Yura's skills. Grid is still lacking. First of all, he has poor control over his stamina and mana.'
Grid had to bear that in mind at all times. The power of legendary skills was excellent, but they consumed a lot of resources.
'Every time he is a crisis, he has a habit of relying on Wave and Restraint. It is a fatal weakness against those who can avoid non-targeted skills. I don't know why he uses Magic Missile so much.'
That wasn't all.
'The God Hands have a mere artificial intelligence. There are attacks that the God Hands can't cope with right now… For example, what if they are attacked by a superior attack?'
Among the rankers, there were those who were called 'supreme.' As a simple example, Kraugel and Agnus had something in common. A way to strike at them couldn't be found. Then what about Grid?
There were still a lot of gaps. As far as Lauel could see, Yura would surpass Grid as soon as she reached level 300.
'For sure…'
Grid was steadily growing and would continue to do so. Lauel trusted him, but he still couldn't help feeling worried. It was because every human had a limit.
'But.'
It didn't matter if Grid reached the limits of his talent.
'He can overcome it with items.'
Grid had the skill to create legendary items. It was possible to create completely new types of items, making the possibilities endless.
'I will help you make more creative items than typical items.'
Lauel thought while looking at the battlefield and commanding the soldiers. Unlike his attitude, his vision captured the movements of Prince Ren.
"He's finally leaving the battlefield."
The knights blocked Grid, while the northern troops and Reidan troops were busy dealing with the soldiers. No one noticed that the enemy, Prince Ren, was running away. Lauel laughed.
'This will make him easier to capture.'
Lauel opened the list of Reidan's soldiers and arranged them in order of level. Then he named 13 soldiers.
“Arm yourselves with this and follow me."
"Yes!"
The soldiers that Lauel pointed out. They had all reached the level 160 required for the Mass Production Grid Set.
***
'It's impossible! This is ridiculous!'
Prince Ren had an excruciating headache. The moon shining down on the cold desert didn't cool the boiling heat in his head.
'Using power to overcome the difference in numbers and detecting all my strategies!'
Grid!
He was far beyond what Prince Ren assumed. A person that shouldn't be turned into an enemy. Despite the loss of his royal dignity, he had to admit this. The Patrian horses running through the desert sand.
Prince Ren held the reins tightly as pain, anger, regret, and despair dominated his mind. The defeat today might've completely destroyed the foundation of the 1st Prince. He was feeling frustrating when a group appeared behind him.
Lauel and the 13 soldiers.
“Prince Ren! If you don't want to die, surrender right now! Stop if you want to live!"
“Would you stop if you were me?"
Prince Ren thought scoffed at Lauel's nonsensical words and spurred the horse on. Lauel sighed and beckoned to the soldiers.
"Shoot."
"Huh?"
Shoot a bow while riding on a horse? The Reidan soldiers were baffled. They were novices in riding horses, so shooting on horseback was a long time away. Lauel shouted as they hesitated.
“Trust in the power of items!"
"Items…!"
Common NPCs didn't know the concept of being overgeared, but the soldiers of Reidan were different. Their superiors had sat them down and told them about being overgeared and the power of items. They pulled out their bows while their horses ran.
Lauel was the same. Then a notification window popped up in front of him.
[You have let go of the horse's reins! Danger! The risk of falling from the horse will increase by 60%!]
[The Mass Produced Grid's Gaiters have attached to the stirrups. The risk of falling has decreased significantly.]
'He made it properly!'
The skills of elite soldiers included horseback riding. But it took a considerable amount of time to train them to wield a sword or shoot arrows on a running horse. In particular, the desert terrain of Reidan made it harder for beginners to learn. Lauel was worried about this and made a request to Grid.
Solve it with items. Grid's response to this was the Mass Produced Grid's Gaiters. It was made in a form where the gaiters could be attached to the stirrups. There was the disadvantage of being uncomfortable when getting off the horse, but…
'We will get used to it!'
Kirik!
On a running horse! Lauel and 13 soldiers pulled back their bowstrings! Prince Ren was shocked by the sight.
'Soldiers have learned the skill of fighting on horseback?'
It was difficult for even knights to learn! A smile appeared on Lauel's face as he saw Prince Ren's expression.
"Reidan's soldiers, you are the loyal subordinates of Duke Grid! Place your anger in the sharp arrowheads! Pass on the arrows of regret and despair towards the head of the enemy who dared invade Reidan!"
The 13 soldiers got goosebumps at Lauel's horrific shout. But they were the soldiers who endured Piaro and Asmophel's hell training, so they calmed their minds and fired the bow in an unwavering manner.
Pahat!
Pa pa pa pat!
“Protect the prince!"
As the heir, Prince Ren's importance was very high in the Eternal Kingdom. He was constantly guarded by members of the Silver Dragons. Daluka's Clothes were turned off, and the five Silver Dragons following the prince revealed themselves, breaking the 14 arrows with their daggers. The silver color in the darkness was very sharp.
'They are strong!'
Panic appeared on the soldiers' faces. Their skills weren't at the level to deal with high level assassins. But Lauel was still smiling.
"Noe!"
It was the best demonic beast in hell. Throughout this war, he had been asleep on Lauel's chest. Grid had ordered that he escort Lauel.
"Nyang!"
A black cat with small demon wings! His chubby body flew to the assassins and swung his sharp claws.
"Nya nya nya nya nyang!"
“Heok!"
"Ugh!"
"Keok!"
The Silver Dragons were strong. It wasn't easy for Noe, who was only in the early 200's, to easily overpower them. The daggers focused on blocking Noe's attacks. However, Noe had a secret technique.
“Kyong!"
Noe's mouth stretched wide open. The agility of the Silver Dragons was swallowed by Noe.
“I'm much better compared to my previous life."
Qi was focused on Lauel's fingertips. Then the Dragon's Claws sprang up from the ground and fatally injured the weakened Silver Dragons.
“U-Unbelievable!”
The Silver Dragons were easily subdued!
'What is that crazy cat?'
Prince Ren increased the speed of his horse. But Noe's movement speed far exceeded it after taking the agility of the Silver Dragons.
Peok!
"Ugh!"
The cat's paws struck the back of Prince Ren's head and knocked him down. It was the shame of a lifetime.
***
The Reidan army's military barracks. The 1st Prince Ren, who abandoned his army and retreated, and the soldiers who were captured.
“You guys dare!? Don't you know who I am?"
Royalty. Ren, who was first in the line of succession, recognized himself as a holy presence. Wasn't it too insulting to be caught by soldiers and dragged around like a dog? He would rather die than bear this shame. Grid read the anger and resentment filling those stubborn eyes and scoffed.
“This totally crazy bastard."
"What…?"
He might be a prisoner, but wasn't he still a prince of the Eternal Kingdom? He should be treated with a minimum of courtesy, not dragged around and forced to kneel like a dog!
"E-Ek? Duke Grid! You! How can you say such words?"
"It's easy. Aren't you really crazy? First, you're the one who invaded my territory, but you want to blame me? What is with this impertinent attitude?"
"Don't talk nonsense!"
Kwaduduk!
Prince Ren coughed up blood. It felt like something was broken. Grid sighed, "You don't know your mistake."
This was the temperament of the strong. They were accustomed to trampling on others and living their own way. They were unaware of their own faults.
'It was the same with Lee Junho and Choi Chansung.'
Grid had been bullied by them for a long time, so he was well aware of it.
"People like you don't change easily. It's the same for me."
Grid's current personality was mostly shaped by what he experienced.
He had been submissive and trampled on for most of his life, giving him an obsession to pay back any grudges and a tendency for violence. His basic tendencies still hadn't changed, even with his life improving.
“Lower your eyes."
Peeok!
Grid didn't treat the other person in a special manner just because he was a prince. He forced Prince Ren to bow his head and made an immediate decision.
“You are sentenced to death.”
There was a commotion in the surroundings. There was a captivity law in the West Continent. It was a common law that lasted for hundreds of years that prisoners couldn't be harmed if they were nobility or royalty. The fact that Grid would violate this law astonished Prince Ren and the royal army.
Lauel sent Grid a whisper.
–Hold on. If you kill Prince Ren, Reidan will become independent and have a completely hostile relationship with the Eternal Kingdom.
–Then let's be independent. Won't I be king anyway?
–It's premature. If Reidan becomes independent from Eternal right now, there's a possibility that Marquis Steim's northern territory will be taken while it is isolated, and Reidan is likely to become the empire's prey.
–Hmm.
Grid's understanding was low. But he paid attention to what the other person said.
–I don't know… Then what should I do?
–Be magnanimous and spare him. Anyway, Prince Ren is responsible for this war and he has completely lost his foundation. By sending him back alive, you can make him build up forces loyal to you, killing two birds with one stone. More forces will support you and Reidan can establish a greater presence in the Eternal Kingdom.
-But I already declared that I wouldn't send the invaders back alive.
–I'm telling you to reverse the decision. You won't lose any dignity. No, many users will admire your wise choice.
–That… Really?
Reversing the decision. Grid didn't particularly like it.
–You, you aren't planning to stab me in the back later right?
–It will never happen, as long as you are ruling above me.
-…I will work hard, even if you're scary.
–Huhuhut!
The smiling chuunibyou Lauel. The fact that he would never commit betrayal, Grid knew this better than anyone else.
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