From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

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What are the criteria for this?

I heard it as I was mixing the White Herb and some weeds.

Find a convenient stone, wash it thoroughly with water, and sew a clean cloth again.

Place an herb on top of it and grind it back into a round stone.

Too bad we don't have the tools.

You can't expect much from me here.

I tapped it a few times with a stone, and my arms are sore.

‘You are filthy weak. ’

It's my body, but it's weak enough to cry.

After grinding the herbs diligently, the cloth color that I placed turned to a dull ivory color.

I carried it into the barracks.

The gaze gathers toward me and then falls back to the ground.

It seems to be a group of losers in the abyss of life.

All but three of them are blurry.

Familiar eyes.

If you live like that and go back to your hometown, you'll become a drunk or die on the way.

Seeing the bloody battlefield at such a young age, it is possible.

Grrr. Grrr.

I can see him sharpening an axe on the millstone by himself.

One of three.

I haven't seen him, but he must have been quite active on the first battlefield as well.

The other one was named commander.

I don't know anything else. Big body, lively eyes.

It is not the eyes that give up.

He's determined to survive somehow.

I don't know who that is. ’

In fact, I don't remember any other man but him with an axe.

At this point, I was very depressed because I lost my arm.

I didn't have time to care about my surroundings.

I sat next to Lynd across the barracks.

“Move your toes. ”

Twitch.

Good. If your toes move, you'll have a better chance of recovering.

“Does it hurt?"

“As long as your legs are intact, it hurts enough to kick your ass."

It's a nice expression.

But you didn't lose your strength.

I took off my bandage.

“What are you doing? ”

“Treatment.”

What are you doing? Don't be a moron. Put some serious herbs on it and bandage it.

"Hoo, would that be better?"

Two people who grew up in the countryside were hurt and rolled when touched.

The dizzy wounds are ridiculous.

But Lynd's thighs were cut very deeply.

Fifteen Chris, of course.

I would have shaken my head.

The problem is that the Chris in front of you ate 39 meals and roasted the continent.

“The healer kid didn't say much. ”

Lind told me.

“It's a stone's arm.”

I cut him off in one sentence.

You must have seen a healer right after you got hurt.

I already know.

Stonearm healer.

With the right herbs, we'll be able to heal enough.

I have no intention of using herbs on a young soldier from a poor town.

Later, working at the healing center, I found out that there are more scum like that than I thought.

You loosen the bandage carefully and examine the wound.

The blood stopped.

“Need some help?”

“That's enough.”

He's been trying to touch Lynd's wounds from the start.

Did you dig your nose and wash your hands?

I bet my artifact it's not.

Farewell the dark hand, unwrap the bandage, and cover the cloth with the familiar handkerchief.

“Hmm."

Lind said with a short sigh.

“Cool.”

“Come.”

Then I took out a new bandage and wrapped it around my name.

You'll be able to walk in a month.

I've never treated a wound like this before.

I could feel the way I looked around and saw Lind.

“Oh.”

Someone bursts a short elasticity.

Admirable. I started with bandages and did it in a heartbeat.

It's not amateur skills.

I sat with my butt by Lind's side.

Crazy tired.

“Thank you.”

Lind told me.

No, thank you.

I appreciate it more.

When my arm was cut off, you were more intense to me.

It was something I could hold on to for a few lifetimes in my life.

Rind opens his mouth again, half closed.

“You can meet my sister when you get back. ”

Crazy son of a bitch.

I almost ran away from the sleepless crowd.

Lynd may not be handsome, but he certainly is not your sister.

And now I don't want to go back.

“Have you lost your mind? ”

“Son. You like it. ”

Not good. Definitely not good.

“If you get sleepy, go to sleep. ”

Lind falls asleep with her eyes half closed.

The White Herb has anesthesia and sleep effects.

You should be able to sleep well.

Patients should eat well and sleep well.

Rind's head turns sideways.

I stood up and did it right, and then I lay down beside him.

I felt the hard floor as it is.

This army doesn't do anything right.

Supplies are bad, meals are bad.

I don't know anything else, but I have to clean up and eat.

I quickly fell asleep thinking about it.

I made it back from the battlefield in the daytime, and I couldn't rest until I saw Lynd's wounds.

The fatigue I had forgotten overwhelmed my whole body.

The eyelids are heavy.

As it turned out, I fell into a deep sleep that no one knew about.

*

A limp. A limp.

In his dream, Lind walked on crutches.

“Hey.”

After a long time, my friend smiles brightly.

My eyes turn black, and I feel exhausted, but I smile like that.

“Two idiots in a row. An arm and a leg? ”

I remember.

It was when I went to the city where he was.

A mercenary hired by a nobleman.

It was not malicious.

I'm just kidding.

Those around him chuckle at his words.

What a jerk.

I punched him and got beaten up like crazy.

"No, so come on."

I opened my eyes after what he said.

“This is an annoying dream. ”

I was not very good at fighting because I left my arm.

I learned the way because I knew it right away, and I learned the skill in the Bandit Guild.

I cooked, and I took some herbs.

‘It's different this time. ’

I thought about it in my own way.

Of course, there was something more urgent.

“This black bread. ”

Someone in the barracks is talking.

Puff and puff.

A bread made with flour and sand.

It is difficult to eat even when it does not rot well.

They should be cut with a knife and melted into the spit.

Neither nutritious nor tasty.

It is one of the worst foods.

‘It's luxurious to want to recover from eating something like that. ’

And Lynd's wounds.

So am I.

You must eat well to use your strength.

That's common sense.

The black bread that comes out twice a day and the stew that comes out once every two days is not unlikely.

The one who sharpened the axe tends to eat silently.

Others forcefully eat with one look.

‘Eating is a problem everywhere. ’

That's why I learned to cook.

Eat well everywhere.

The problem is that you only need ingredients to cook.

I got up and walked out of the tent.

The smell of iron, not 50 years old, pierces the end of the nose.

Next to me, a regular teenage soldier looks down on me.

"Well, not this guy."

I took a quick look around.

I turn my back, look at the clear sky, and look around again.

Nice day.

There will be no fighting for at least ten days.

I already know that.

So there was enough time to prepare.

‘I have a lot of work to do. ’

7th Infantry Reserve.

This is where I belong now.

I like horses. Reserves. It's also the worst location in the 7th infantry.

There's no way the supplies are gonna work.

The bread that comes out is old, so only hard black bread comes out.

Stew is a far away soup where pigs soak their claws.

‘It would be convenient to have money. ’

Of course, the salary comes.

However, the cost of food and equipment rental is reduced from the salary.

Then there's not much left.

How many bandages and cloths can you get with that money?

Son of a bitch.

The hero of change is so ugly.

A nobleman with the most powerful military force in my country, Sergado.

I don't pay my soldiers well.

Stealing is one thing, but it's too much.

If you get caught, your wrist is slit, and if you're unlucky, your neck is slit.

Earl Van Ludwig, our hero of change, is famous for his strict application of military rule.

Is there no way to do that?

It's full of garages.

"Hey, food rations."

A man who's been waiting. Every army has its own feeders.

I'm a hobbyist.

Stew for the common soldier should also be boiled and food for the top commanders.

The 7th Infantry has to queek to have a hundred men.

Ten barracks, ten teenagers.

The angry people come out and gather to the soldiers who brought the bread.

I got caught up in it, too.

A squad of my barracks approached.

“You're up early. ”

It's a snot.

No offense, but he's got a blind spot.

“One per person. Where are the wounded here? ”

“Reserve infantry. ”

I stepped out.

I needed to get used to my face.

The soldier who saw me gave me two loaves of black bread.

It's very hard.

You can use it as a brick substitute.

It is the face of the 7th Infantry with a humid face and a shiny face.

You must be eating something pretty good.

Not all soldiers are responsible for meals.

“Take it.”

The soldier distributing the bread smells of soft charcoal and flesh.

Perfect.

I searched for the White Herb and pulled out the stolen grass.

“Hey.”

You approach the soldier after the rationing is complete.

What do you think people look for when they're done eating?

This is the army.

Sometimes there are a lot of whores, but not now.

Besides, that's how I can't make a deal.

“Do you know it's a toco leaf? ”

I'm telling you, the trainee looks up and down at me.

Yeah, I know. I know. I know.

What kind of sick son of a bitch wants to come in here and talk shit?

I took out a broad leaf and cut and shoved a white herb into it.

And I rolled the stone.

“Let's have a smoke. ”

When I reached out my hand and handed it over, the cook's expression changed.

“This · · · ·. ”

“Shh. It's not good to hear rumors. ”

The White Herb is anesthetically effective.

When encountered with Toko leaves, the anesthetic effect is doubled.

Instead, it becomes the beginning of the year.

It's a little worse than smoking on a pipe.

“· · · Wow. ”

I turn my head slightly and glisten at the eyes of the servant who took a sip.

Then he dragged me behind the barracks.

“Who do you work for? ”

I saw it earlier. I think I forgot my face already.

“Reserve.”

“You're good. ”

What a marvelous face.

Yes, you should.

Though not this soldier, I thought there would be some stranglers at the beginning of the year.

“What? You want some more bread? ”

I shook my head.

“Do me a favor. ”

He talks and turns a few candles.

“Is it easy to make that? ”

“It looks easy, but I have a lot of hands. If the ratio breaks, the taste is the worst. ”

I rolled two and handed them to him.

Then he answers me.

“What favor? ”

It's a tricky color.

It shouldn't be that hard.

I'm nervous, though.

“Can I have some wheat bread? That's a little hard. ”

Everything you think of is like a soldier giving you something to eat goes to you.

His eyes do not fall from the grass.

"When you go hunting, please include our reserves."

“Huh?"

There is no way to preserve fresh meat.

It's ridiculous to use a wizard for that.

However, the Commander-in-Chief and the Earl should eat the proper food.

For example, fresh meat, well-baked meat, freshly smoked meat, etc.

So...

Right next to the Jaiturist Plain, I'll go to the Jaiturist Forest and get some meat myself.

That's why we always build seriousness here.

A few soldiers who are good at hunting won't have to kill a few rabbits.

“Do you hunt? ”

He asked.

I laughed and said.

“In my village, there was no one known about Hunter Chris. ”