From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

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The moment Wheelken puts his hand on the hilt of his sword, it gives you goosebumps.

Son of a bitch.

What do you call this? Strength, life, hunger, speculation.

The invisible pressure pressed against my shoulder.

The surroundings turn black and my eyes only see the face of Whelken.

It felt like I was trapped in a small prison that could not move because it was so tightly packed.

I drenched my back in cold sweat, and my hands and feet trembled.

I just put my hand on the hilt of the sword.

That was all, but I had to feel suffocated.

[EXP increased dramatically]

I heard the artifact's voice with two large letters attached to it.

When the Pokémon encounters a really strong opponent, their hands and feet freeze.

It's been done many times before. So I figured out how to get through this.

Ugh.

I grabbed the clumsy spirit and bitten the inside of my lips hard.

A liquid other than saliva fills my mouth and fills my mouth with a tingling sensation.

“Tsk.”

I spit the red spit with the flesh that fell out too hard.

“Phew.”

It was only after biting my lips and taking a deep breath that I was able to escape the pressure of the wheelchair.

“That's funny.”

You see Whelken smiling. With his whole body in my eyes, I thought,

‘It's Weiss.'

The ultimate reach for all knights, warriors, swordsmen and musketeers.

The fundamental steps to exceed human limits.

The Wizard deals with Mana, if he mocks the world.

Warriors fight the world by stacking up visuals.

A famous proverb came to mind.

I gave strength to the hand holding the spear.

I feel like I'm hurting a kid who can't even walk.

Whelken steps forward, speaking.

The opposing Pokémon surpasses the expert in combat.

I didn't see how great Hülken was in my eyes.

That was obvious. Strength beyond my abilities.

‘That's why it's worth it. ’

Let's aim small and precise.

I didn't think about winning in the first place.

The opponent is a knight who can discuss the best of the continent.

And I'm not the continent's strongest, but the one-armed mercenary in my past life.

I had unskilled muscles and unfinished body.

The colder, colder the opponent, the weaker the head.

‘Let's draw as long as we can. ’

Even now, I was reminded that the experience level had risen in my ears.

Jubbuck.

Second step, Wheelken drenches his back in cold sweat.

I may lie down after this brief bout.

The hand holding the spear trembles, bracing the arm muscles.

You point your spear at the wheel and bite your molar tightly.

Jubbuck.

On the third step, as Whelken approached, I imagined my throat slit.

I blinked and looked at Hulken's hand. The sword has not yet been drawn.

It was not so hard to imagine me with my neck cut off and crossed on the floor.

Should I be proud of a three-step girl?

The user thinks and tries to overcome the opposing Pokémon's pressure.

Grrr.

And Wheelken draws his sword.

At that moment, I didn't need any more action.

A flash flashes, and a eerie sound echoes in your ears.

Screaming!

You feel a hot fever as your left arm is cut off in the first strike.

The pain of losing my arm on the battlefield in my previous life, the fever I felt just before I died, found me again.

There was no room for screaming.

Sneak, sniff! Zach!

The right arm is again severed and both legs disappear from below the thigh.

Grass.

The blade of Hülken approaches my neck, which collapsed to the ground powerlessly.

And the blade slowly digs into my throat, and I die foaming.

Obviously I'm dead.

“Don't pee. ”

The moment I heard Whelken's voice, I could see that I was on my knees.

My leg was fine.

His arms remained the same.

Everything was a mistake. I realized why this was happening.

It happened because my eyes and vision were too wide.

The moment Wheelken drew his sword, I saw what would happen in the future.

The level difference was too extreme for me.

Hulken Ludwig, the continent's most discussing knight and monster.

I was able to see that side.

“Here.”

Wheelken reaches out his hand. I woke up holding his hand.

I pushed with all my strength what my legs were trying to shake.

“Ha.”

I took a few breaths and calmed my beating heart and my twitching legs.

“What have you done? ”

Let's ask casually.

“There is such a thing. ”

You crazy bastard. You're not the only wheelchair.

I was just about to hand out my talent for nothing.

It bursts out as long as it has a great vice and crushes me.

If I had a bad heart, I could have died of a heart attack.

I wanted to blame him for being crazy.

But I had to endure it. I knew again and again that he had nothing good to do with his temper.

And I never touched the sword and spear, but I saw the effect I wanted.

“Stay as a bookkeeper or a soldier. ”

Wheelken looked at me and said,

Ah, I've heard that a lot. I've heard it many times.

The teacher who taught me spear, and the teacher who taught me dagger.

"Just don't do it. I'm gonna teach you how to spear and grow white hair."

"There's nothing to learn, but efficiency is too low. Just farming and living."

"Hey, let's dig up herbs, herbs. Why do you want to learn swordsmanship?"

These are memories that pass through like a juma lamp.

But you're more responsive than that.

I'm not asking you to leave the battlefield. I'm telling you to stay a scribe or a soldier.

And I can see why you're saying that.

That's why Whelken met me in the 7th Infantry. It was so obvious.

He covets me.

Of course, it didn't mean anything wrong, but he wanted to use me on his battlefield.

“That's not enough to put a spear down. ”

When I speak, Whelken nods.

“You have to be good enough to be second-class. Knights will be difficult. ”

You cold-hearted son of a bitch, can't you give 15 boys dreams or hope?

Of course, these words do not make you lose your dreams or hope.

[EXP increased]

That's what the artifact told me every day, and it also told me that I had a lack of talent.

And based on the current situation, I knew one of my hypotheses was correct.

That alone was worth the fight.

In my past life, I've only heard that no matter how hard I try, I can't stop myself, but now I can't.

Abandon the battlefield. Abandon the fighting. Give up the other direction.

It was said to be talented.

That is, one of the efficacy of the artifact.

‘You're giving it a gift. ’

My body changes as I accumulate experience points.

Skill building changes my skills.

It is experiential to have acquired talent in the body that is not talented.

It is proficient to give a skill that utilizes the flesh.

And now the brief battle with Wheelken is over.

[EXP reached peak]

I could hear the sound.

With more effort, I can change what I have.

I was sure of that.

"Well, that's what I'm saying. I'm going."

Whelken suddenly retrieves the sword and makes swift strides.

“Yes.”

I looked at his back and replied.

It was in the center of the barracks where soldiers left for training in the morning.

The remaining soldier is just a few remaining guards and two supply depot guards to guard the perimeter.

It was a time when no one was watching and no one was noticing.

Whew, two fights and your life will be spared.

“One!”

“Two!”

I felt like I had only met him for a short time, but my time had passed.

The sun rises over my head, and the soldiers are returning from their morning training.

I stroke my right arm and turn to the returning soldiers.

Sorry, right arm, I almost lost you again today.

Well, if he did, he'd lose all his limbs as well as his right.

“Middle Guard! ”

The returned soldiers are unable to fall.

without a moment's rest.

You can see the Cannerruck holding a spear in the middle.

‘Let's rest.'

I really wanted to rest. My head is heavy and my arms and legs are shaking.

I felt like I had spent all my energy today just facing him.

I saw Fedel on the way over, and I said nothing out loud.

“You don't have to go to the afternoon joint training, do you? ”

“Fall out?”

“Yes.”

"We need to strengthen our perimeter, so we're going to need a few more, and we're going to need a leader."

In that regard, few are as reliable as I am with the ability to identify enemy scout routes.

“Of course.”

I ended up in the barracks.

Immediately after entering, I hit my head on a pile of follicles and chose to breathe.

‘Next.’

It won't be easy.

After taking a brief break, I got up again.

It was good to know experience and proficiency, but there was a lot to do.

Moreover, neither experience nor skill can be solved in a short period of time.

I've been thinking about his plan since before Whelken dealt with me.

It's time to take care of something more urgent than this.

I took all my pockets out of my arms.

At first, I opened a pouch filled with honey spiders to check their condition.

Thanks to the continuously eaten herbal leaves, the creature was radiating a spark.

This was enough for the honey spider.

Tsk.

As I try to examine the other herbs, the pumpkin sticks out its head.

“Why? Hungry? ”

Whenever I think about it, I give them meat, but all I have to do is wake up and find something to eat.

“Aren't you becoming a pig instead of a wolf? ”

Let's have a fucking joke.

“Thump!”

The pumpkin barks at me. It's like he understands.

No, you might understand.

White wolves and Golden Wolf are all intelligent beings.

The child born by their affair is a pumpkin.

I patted the pumpkin who chews the meat once and cleaned up the barracks.

“Good boy, pumpkin. You don't bite and scratch. ”

Absolutely not. I'll tell you every time I think of you.

“Eat whatever you want. You're gonna be a great wolf. ”

Tsk.

The pumpkin groaned in joy as it felt my hands.

Then he buried his head in the meat again.

You can't eat anything just because you're hungry.

I need more food for the future.

Since I sleep at night, I'd like to at least feed myself when I get a chance.

He's less than a week old, but since he's already eaten meat, I think I'll eat anything that's dizzy.

Time has passed since you fed the pumpkin, took the honey spider, and cleared out the herbs you had previously dug up.

“I'm going to die. ”

Lind returned to the barracks.

“Is it hard?”

When I asked, Lynd's eyes trembled.

“Why are you here? ”

I shrug. Can't you see? A retreat?

And you say you're having a hard time, and I'm here to die.

I can't explain this, either.

“Whew.”

Lind shakes her head and approaches the pumpkin playing on the floor.

"Hey, how did you sleep?"

Diego's axe returns sweating.

The axe lifts its axe while practicing spear posture.

I stopped the other captain from grabbing him like a rat.

It's already great power with just two axes.

I don't need to hold out my spear.

“You said you were leaving for the Sixth Infantry in an hour? ”

I heard the voice of the pole. Next to him, my nose was spread out on the floor.

“Yes, I'm going to sleep. ”

All the scouts try to fall asleep with their heads on the ground.

“Why don't you come back today? ”

You open your mouth and see the pumpkin scratching the back of his hand with his foot.

"Oops, my pumpkin."

"Hey, you're in trouble."

They're growing fingernails. Then it's your big toe.

"I heard the afternoon joint training ends in an hour. Well, it's funny how long it takes to train during a war, isn't it?"

I can see it differently. Lynd notices the situation at a glance.

Horses are a joint training exercise, just checking to see if there are any problems in the current unit.

You have to be good at internal deterrents to fight external enemies.

“I should probably get some sleep. ”

Lind closes her eyes with her head on the ground.

Meanwhile, the pumpkin came back into my arms.

I took the herbs and left the barracks.

Wide and high in the plains.

So it was easy to keep track of rainy days.

You can see clouds on one side of the plains, far away.

‘Two days.’

Tomorrow, that cloud will narrow the streets this way, and in two days it will rain.

A day after joint training, on a rainy day, Sergado is devastated in this war.

That black cloud was proof that the day was coming.