From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

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I blinked.

Wow.

I heard a scream.

Two, two, two!

Like an earthquake, the ground echoes and the sound hits your ears.

Sounds familiar but unfamiliar.

The sound of horse charging.

Distant dust rises in clumps.

My legs wiggle and my heart grows chewy just watching.

A horse charging head-on is...

This is the worst moment I don't want to have twice.

I would not recommend it to anyone

“Charge! Charge! ”

You hear someone shouting from behind.

My body trembles at the vibration of the ground.

Instinctively, I grabbed the spear tightly.

It feels strange.

This battlefield, this situation.

I feel a distinctive sensation on my right sleeve, which has been empty for 24 years.

It is a "two-handed" that holds a spear.

It's a moment I want to forget, but can't forget.

I lost my arm on the first battlefield when I was 15.

This is another dream.

Twenty-four years ago, it was my first battlefield and a terrible moment when my arm was taken from me.

If there's anything different.

It's a dream that comes true after death.

I feel like I'm seeing a real horse charging in front of my nose, and I feel like I'm alive.

Two or two!

It's been bothering me a few times.

I wanted my body to move a few times in my dreams.

I've had so many dreams, but I've always lost my arm.

It's about time you saw the Training Horse Barding.

“Charge! Charge! Stop him!”

The voices you hear behind you are distant.

Reach the window reflectively.

This is a scene I've seen many times.

A mounted cavalry charge with Lance on its underarm.

Kwakwakwakwa!

It felt like a waterfall.

You want me to put a spear in that thing?

Crazy bastard.

I timed it with my spear in my hand.

I was bored to death.

The horseman draws his sword with his other hand.

I regretted it many times.

Why were you standing there like a fool?

My leg is stiffened, and I lose my arm to that blade.

This is the end of the dream.

The first chapter of my life that I regret tearing up at the ground.

It was a moment I wanted to go back to.

I drew several scenes of avoiding it.

I rolled forward by biting my molar tightly.

Pabababak!

The horse's hoof passes by the side of its head.

Ping!

The blade grazes my hair.

I felt like my head had fallen off at a terrifying speed.

It wasn't.

I just got a haircut.

You keep your body flat on the ground and turn your head.

I can see the cavalry turning their heads at me.

I couldn't recognize my face by pressing the helmet.

Unless you're mistaken.

I made eye contact with him.

My legs twitched.

The horse hurls through here and disappears into the distance.

I grabbed his right hand and stretched it out.

Originally, my right arm had to flutter off the floor like a freshly caught fish.

"Avoided"?

I'm speechless.

“Shhh!”

The horseman screams.

The smell of blood pierces your nose.

My whole body ached because I rolled the floor.

I looked back at the hand with the spear.

‘Alive.’

Everything is too clear.

"The sky was high, and there was no cloud."

The horse doesn't come back after a while.

Above all.

‘I dodged it.'

My right arm is fine.

I've never had this dream before.

“Retreat! Retreat! ”

A shout struck my ear.

A rider with a blue flag.

Survivors move along the Riders.

My legs twitched.

I pinch my thigh bloody with my right hand.

The oscillating leg seeks power.

“Huh.”

A strange groan came out of my mind.

Is this real? ’

Everything was too realistic to be a dream.

[EXP increased]

What the hell is this?

I looked around, but no one talked to me.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Everyone is busy running along riders.

They barely survived.

Let's follow him.

You'll see when you get there.

Is this a dream, or is it real?

*

This is real.

“What are you doing? ”

Lynd Sonate.

It is the name of my friend. Twenty-four years later, he's still my friend.

I stubbed him.

“Crazy bastard. ”

He pushed me.

“Well, it's Lynd, right? ”

“Where did you get your head blown off? ”

“No.”

Barracks are shabby and miserable.

If it rains because the hole is blown, the group will take a bath.

No, maybe it's better if it rains.

It wasn't even summer, but there was an unacceptable stench mixed with the smell of blood.

Did that hole in the tent go through for ventilation?

“Whew.”

Lind takes a deep breath and sits on the floor.

The floor of the tent is lined with a thin cloth that only blocks moisture from rising.

It's like this.

Twenty-four years ago. And that's when I came back from losing my arm and was busy crying.

Shiva, I thought I'd lost the world.

And my friend Lynd Sonate.

I came back with a deep cut on my thigh.

And that wound got worse, so I had to cut off my leg.

In the first battle, I was an arm wreck, and Lynd was a leg wreck.

One arm and one leg.

We used to get along pretty well.

“What do you keep looking at? ”

I find it curious, son.

I'm really back.

I realized I was 15 years old.

I looked at my pants and I saw my underage self.

His arms and legs are thinner and taller.

My cheeks are too thin because I don't eat well.

You've lost your arm in a situation like this.

I can't help praising you.

It wouldn't have been possible without Lynd's help.

He took me.

From the moment I lost my arm, 24 years later.

We met from time to time, and from time to time, Lind spent some money on living expenses.

I've had a lot of hard times.

I heard he was hired by a nobleman in the future.

Well, he was a smart guy when he was a kid.

“Whew.”

At first glance, your thighs are covered in blood.

It seemed obvious that the wound would worsen because it would not heal in time.

“Are you hurt?”

There were only seven people in the barracks.

One of them approaches.

“Leave it alone.”

I stopped him when he tried to touch Lynd's wound.

Are you going to put your hands where you haven't washed them?

“Do you have water? ”

Someone pops the leather barrel next to you.

You look like shit.

I poured water on my thighs.

“Phew."

“Does it hurt?"

Lind stares at me terribly.

I'm sorry. It's gonna hurt.

It was a natural question, right?

I washed my hands roughly with the water in the canteen, found a clean cloth, and put a bandage around the wound.

“Bite your teeth hard. ”

Lynd opens his eyes, I say.

“This is going to hurt. ”

Then I tied the bandage tightly.

“Ugh.”

It's a different kind of patience.

“Well done.”

“Hahaha.”

Breathing heavily, Lind looks at me and asks,

“Where did you learn to do this? ”

Learning? This is common sense.

Touching a wound with a dirty hand is prone to infection.

So you have to wash it, wrap it in a clean cloth.

It's easy to find out in any city's healing center.

Most boys from the countryside are hard to know.

“I just picked something up. ”

I spoke up and examined the wound.

‘Just stop the bleeding and it won't end. ’

I have a very different experience working in a healing clinic.

Lynd's wounds are deep, but his bones are intact.

If I did, I wouldn't be able to walk with a limp.

The leg was cut off because of the infection.

I see a soldier selling his nose.

“Ah.”

When he brings his blood-mingled snot to his side, another soldier dodges.

Yes, I would have touched the wound with that hand.

Shiva, why don't you pray to the gods to get infected?

Flutter.

It's in front of the barracks. Someone pushed through the tent door.

He counts with his eyes and says:

“Is that all seven? ”

He looks five or six years older than me.

He was a free-spirited friend.

“Yes.”

Let's jog the memory.

How long have I been out here quantifying soldiers?

“Have you had basic training? ”

“I got three days. ”

Someone stood up and said,

Yeah, that's right. Three days later, I sent them to stop the incoming cavalry.

Crazy Commandant.

I wonder what he looks like.

“Lucky me. ”

He's right. The soldiers who survived here proved one thing, though they may not know anything else.

It's bad luck.

“You are the reserve. Participate in training but not affiliated And you're in charge here. ”

He points to a soldier with a beard.

I feel like my body is twice as big as mine.

“Yes.”

I can't see his face because of his beard, but his voice sounds about the same age.

Along with that, the man with the face went out.

Everyone says nothing, but it's a gloomy atmosphere.

I don't think it's a human being to go through a battlefield like that during the daytime.

That's where all the boys are.

I left them in the barracks.

And I looked around.

This is Jaitulas Plain.

It is a region of change in the Kingdom of Cercado.

The Lord here is Earl Van Ludwig, the so-called hero of change.

I slowly stumbled upon the memory.

‘Oh, my God. ’

He talks a lot when he meets Lind sometimes.

History, tactics, war, the future of the continent.

I thought it was useless.

‘Thanks to you.'

This gives me a clear picture of the situation.

I walked further and further around the barracks.

I looked at the soldiers around me, but they were all indifferent.

It's called plains, but you can see that the branches have been planted.

I can't find what you're looking for, but I see a tree with fruit I know.

Was this here?

For now.

I need to find something urgent first.

*

"When you work in a healing center, you know what's most important?"

“Hmm. Money? ”

Just past twenty.

It was when I was working at the healing center.

“Do you want to die?”

The healing center master who taught me was quite rough.

“No.”

“Answer me again. ”

“Herbs?”

The Healing Post must be separated from the pharmacist.

It is a place to save people with herbs and medical knowledge.

“Wrong.”

The master smiles and says:

If he wasn't such a pervert, he'd be a good guy.

It teaches people with questions and answers like that.

Well, efficiency was good.

Thanks to you, I learned my lesson.

*

“Good.”

I found what I wanted among the low grass.

There are some things that are treated as weeds with white leaves.

It's called the White Herb.

I carefully grasp it and take off the leaves.

I piled it up and held it in my hand to put it in my arms.

I need to wash my clothes.

I need to wash my hands somewhere else.

I smell sour too.

‘I wish I had Mariblue and Rosettale. ’

It's a luxury to find something like that here.

[EXP increased]

I hear this again.

Anyway, here's the rush.

I got up with herbs and weeds.

The healing center teacher who taught me said,

The most important thing in therapy is time.

If you have the right herbs, kill them quickly first.

I intend to honor that claim.

Lynd's not gonna be an idiot in this life.

I'm not gonna let you do that.