From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

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"Hey, captain."

It was before I left the base.

I met a soldier named Whelken.

No, he waited for me.

"Well, I think you've put some effort into it."

"He's got scouts, he's bribing red horns, he's got a captain."

Shrugging his shoulders, he adds.

"All medicines matter, but scouts are no joke."

When I look at his face, my eyes curl when I spray.

Is this the kind of guy he is?

It's full of joking eyes.

"The sickness with the highest mortality rate before standing on the battlefield in all units. That's what scouts do. But look at your boys."

He smiles and talks well.

In a slightly different way, I think you're all going to die soon.

“I'm not going to die. ”

I laughed, too.

If I can act, I can feel it too.

If you want to battle at poker face, you'll have to play at the Mercenary Guild for about a decade using card games.

“Really?"

“Yes.”

“I hope so. I think I'll be too disappointed to die. I've been scouting for years. ”

“Of course. You mustn't be afraid of my soldiers. ”

I made eye contact with him.

Now there was a young soldier there in his early twenties.

His nickname used to be Whelken in his previous life.

‘That nickname became famous because of the sibling massacre. ’

Been beaten and persecuted since childhood.

Talent above brotherhood.

‘I have everything a tragedy needs. ’

Nicknamed after his brother's head.

Lurkers used to think of Whelken as a bloodthirsty murderer.

‘Course you are. ’

Lynd saw the Hulken case in a different light.

Ambitious. I don't know if that purpose is power or something else.

It's not a killer, it's an act of necessity. They'll be miserable if we keep them alive. In that sense, you have decisive mobility.

Predict the present by what happened and the person's past alone.

It was one of Lynd's highlights in his past life.

‘I think you're right. ’

You hide it, but you see a flame hanging in the hulken's pupil.

A very small flaming path, hidden with a false eye smile.

Is that what this is about? ’

Desire for power or ambition? Is that what this is about?

In his past life, Hülken killed his brother and died in less than two months.

It was suicide.

It was death on the battlefield, but Lynd saw his death and determined it was a suicide.

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"Then why did the son of a bitch kill all the brothers? ’

If you think about it, you're a total pervert.

Killing all the brothers and sisters, planting the seeds of the continental war. My man is dead.

It's no big deal, fighting.

On the battlefield.

"Weird bastard. ’

I'm curious. I don't know what you think.

It was obvious what Whelken wanted.

‘You need the military force to be strong. ’

All I have from a bastard is my body.

My father took me to the battlefield in pity, but I can't control the soldiers.

‘Good judgment. ’

I told you not to have it, so I hid it on the outside and put the pumpkin in the back.

The best way is to raise a soldier with a long life in mind, rather than harvesting a refined soldier already.

The 7th Infantry is the best farm for rescuing talented people in that respect.

Units that are loyal to no one, no matter where.

It is the most disparate group of soldiers that Earl van Ludwig has.

‘At worst, it's just a meat shield. ’

“Whew.”

Looking right next to you, you see a breathing squad.

It's tiring.

Walking and walking.

Have you ever walked like this since you were born?

There's also a basic armor.

Even a spear with heavy leather armor and a lump of iron on a crude tree.

The weight will press on your shoulders, and your feet will become heavy.

I've been walking for the last four hours.

I barely got out the morning and ate some mole meat.

“Can we stop walking? ”

He said.

“No. ”

I didn't look back and say,

I was sweating when I said this.

A cold autumn breeze came quickly to cool off the sweat.

But I walked steadily.

There was no sweat.

“I'm hungry.”

Yeah, me, too.

The pumpkin moves once and sleeps heavily in its arms.

Although not lined up separately, Digo stands with an axe in front of him and an axe in the back.

‘It looks good on you. ’

"Lynd, what do you see over there?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What?"

He was a vigilante to put a bandage on his thigh and follow.

He sweats and walks with a pole.

Lynd doesn't understand what he's saying.

‘Their scouts will look like delicious prey. ’

Thinking about it, I pointed with my finger to a place.

It is a slightly darker colored land than the plain we are currently on.

It's just a long way to see if it's there or what it is.

“Hey.”

Lind glances at my fingertips and says,

“Swamp.”

Since he was a child, he had good eyesight enough not to envy the flying eagles.

“What do you see? ”

A snout frowns and asks.

Lynd's vision is inherently not human.

“I don't see anything. ”

Except for Lynd, who knows what's out there, including me.

But I already know from experience.

Jaitulas Plain is spacious, but with a simple structure.

A good Pathfinder is a method of identifying features in their original color and shape.

“Let's go.”

“· · Over there? ”

Lind says, thinking about it.

The swamp won't let any enemy scouts come, and we've been scouting quite a long way on our first day.

Why not?

And we can fix it in that swamp.

If we go back like this, it's black bread. But if we get there, we can eat something else.

“Anyone?”

I asked around, and when I saw the squad, everyone except Lynd raised his hand.

“Here we go. Go. ”

Lind said with her tongue out.

I don't like eating with black bread.

However, it is not easy to walk like this.

Even if I don't, blood is secretly cut out on the bandage since my thighs have fallen.

“Take a five minute break. ”

It is a treatment and rest.

"Ooh, finally."

The rest of the troops, who had never stopped walking, sat on the floor.

I'm pretty tired, too.

But it wasn't hard to die.

‘It's too easy compared to what you said you wanted to do at first. ’

When I started my Pathfinder class in my previous life, I remember walking for three hours and getting blistered on the soles of my feet.

I took off my shoes and looked at the soles of my feet.

It was fine.

Is your body healthier because you haven't lost an arm?

That's ridiculous.

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This is the voice of the artifact.

‘If there's a reason, it's this way. ’

I opened my boots again, and I approached Lynd.

Then I took off my bandage.

“Hmm."

It didn't add up much.

Above all, I mixed various herbs and continued to sharpen them with clean bandages, and the wound is clean.

Of course, as I was going along, I walked too hard, and the wound was re-inflicted.

‘Perfect. ’

I checked there and took out a new bandage and wrapped it.

“You're not taking your meds? ”

“Later.”

I opened my mouth when I saw one of the other troopers take a hand to the boot.

"As soon as you take that off and check your soles, you'll be one step in hell from then on. Leave it alone."

A squad member wore half-naked boots.

While everyone was resting, I looked away.

Draw the path you have walked so far and the path you have to go again.

Soon a small map was drawn in my head.

‘You were good at following a map maker. ’

One of the biggest demand for a Pathfinder is a cartographer.

The Pathfinder teacher was a mapmaker and a Pathfinder, and thanks to that, there were many opportunities to provide labor at the right price to other mapmakers.

"Maps are lines and cotton, after all. The important thing is to draw it in your head. Turn the terrain into a face, then a line. Then that's the map."

He was a great man. He had a higher reputation as a mapmaker than my master.

I imagined a space based on a slow map.

We need to know more about the presence of the enemy than we can memorize the terrain.

Stupid scouts lose their lives because of enemy forces.

A regular scout sees an enemy, runs off into a puddle of burinake, and says, "I saw an enemy! ’They're raising such a report.

A great scout looks at the enemy troops, measures the streets, knows the pathology, and measures the distance between marches.

After guessing the enemy scout's route, I came to a conclusion.

‘We haven't met yet. ’

Even if you run into them by chance, they will fall back, not in battle.

No one wants to die.

This is not a place for two troops to raise fangs.

The actual battlefield is called the Central Plains, even in the expansive Jaitulas Plains, above this.

‘We'll be on our way. ’

I said that and looked around the plain.

A fertile land with short growing trees and shrubs everywhere.

‘If only we could farm on this land. ’

Sercado's most fertile grain cellar, the Fence Plains, will be more abundant than the ships.

Of course, it would be impossible if Sercago and Palmer were the same.

I wake up thinking, my butt snapped.

“Go.”

Again we walked.

Lynd never utters a crippling but hateful word.

You have to admit, that's a real dick and an evil.

“Whew.”

Lind takes a long breath and sits on the floor as if to collapse.

The ground is retreating.

It was a swamp.

I pierced the end of the swamp with my spear.

‘Deep.’

I've never been here.

But I know what's in here.

‘There's a herb here that needs saving. ’

To stop the tricks that are about to happen.

I looked down, and I said it behind me.

“All of you come in with your pants down. ”

I measured the depth with a spear, and then I spoke.

“We can't go any further in here. There is no answer if you fail. ”

“What happens? ”

He asks if he's never seen a swamp before or not.

“Buried in the ground, choking to death. ”

“· · · A live grave? ”

"Well, sort of."

His expression became dark without before, and he quickly returned to his original state.

“Never go in. ”

“Yes. Don't go in there. ”

I lined them up and said,

“Eat as much as you can. ”

The wind has cooled, so most of them should be asleep.

“What are you holding? ”

“Frogs.”

I say, they look at each other.

“Watch this. ”

I demonstrated. I took an unused cloth from my chest and tied it around a corner and turned it into a pocket.

Then he shoved his hand into the ground shyly.

It felt soft and heavy.

With a moderately large stone and looking down, you see a sleeping frog.

Carefully pull it out and put it in your pocket.

“I'm sure some of you are awake. I don't recommend holding it with my bare hands. ”

“If you don't have a big stone, dig the ground. You're gonna get caught. ”

“Ugh!”

“Got it!"

Everyone is eager to see if they are hungry.

I leave the evening hunting to them, and I spread the mud of the swamp adequately and fill my hands.

"Clump, Clump."

A lump of gray mud splashes across the floor.

“Do what?”

Rind buries with a weary face.

“It's time for the medicine bar. My Lind.”

“Medicine?”

"Mud in this swamp is a great remedy for cuts and scratches."

It is also better to use it directly in life, and when the wound starts to heal, it is better to open the wound again.

I'd rather walk than force my wounds to grow strength, my wounds to grow and how good they are.

I put mud on my thigh wound and threw my outfit at Lynd.

“Why is this? ”

“If you sit still, it will be cold. We're busy catching frogs, so we don't know when to light a campfire. ”

“Aren't you cold? ”

“I'm going to take my clothes off anyway. ”

“Huh?"

I have some herbs to find.