From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

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I went to Fedel.

It was one of Fedel's tasks to schedule a perimeter shift.

So you know who the soldier was on duty yesterday.

“Is something wrong? ”

You see Fedel obsessed with writing and reading in his tent.

“Are you busy?"

It was no rush.

There is an ambush period for a disease called this "curse."

Up to three days, at least a day, no matter how fast it was, it was still not time for the outbreak.

“Why are you in the rain? ”

And then I found out I was all wet.

I was creepy and trembling.

I repented many times that it was not urgent, but I stepped faster without even knowing it.

Well, I've heard so much about this disease, I can barely hear a ticket in my ear.

That wasn't what Lynd told me about the disease.

I heard it all through my herbalism teacher.

“How is the soldier who was attacked yesterday? ”

I said with wet hair in the rain.

“Don't get this wet. ”

Fedel quickly covers the document with his hands.

Fedell, a well-rounded bottle of ink, said.

"No big deal, no injuries. Strange, isn't it?"

“Who do you work for? ”

“Ralph's teenager. ”

Fedel replies with a question in his eyes.

“What's going on? ”

How do I compare myself to Fedel, if I can learn about a disease called this curse and make it better?

Instead of believing, he may lose even a little affection in his eyes.

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I've got a lot of work to do in therapy."

I healed Lynd's thighs and took care of the wounded soldiers with my liver.

"I heard there's no major injuries, and they said they're fine."

“Okay, then. ”

“Did it come all the way out in the rain? ”

“· · · I forgot. Give me one of those. ”

I borrowed a friendship with a hole in the oiled cloth and came out.

After pressing down on the hat on the right, it seemed unpleasant to get wet on the inside of the right.

Still, it's better than getting wet all the time.

Tadadadak.

There was a heavy rain falling on the top of the right.

It was a morning when it rained like a split sky.

I walked straight to Ralph's barracks.

Because of the rain that started last night, all training was canceled.

The drainage tunnel was not dug properly, but nothing flooded the tent because it was situated on a higher ground than anywhere else.

“Ralph.”

Ralph stretches his barefoot outside the tent and watches the rain fall.

"Hey, Chris. I have a problem right now. Can you help me with something?"

“What?”

“It's raining like this. You're supposed to be naked and washing, right? Peel off those rotten bastards inside the tent. That's why I've been thinking about training. ”

“Commander, please be patient. I get sick as I train in this weather. ”

"Hey, who gets sick just because it rains?"

“We're not as ignorant as the commander, so we have a cold. ”

"Come, you are particularly against me."

It's a conversation that feels friendly and informal.

He dominated the teens with his unique friendliness and mobility as a mercenary.

“Last night · · · · ·. ”

"Oh, he said it was fine."

Ralph replied right before he finished speaking.

It was a raid, not a time.It was a wake-up call for the whole unit.

There were many people who would be interested besides me.

‘Well, in my unit, it's probably Canneruck and Fedel. ’

If they had entered the base, it would have taken them long enough, but they completely knocked down the guard and disappeared.

That's why we couldn't reveal their purpose.

“So, shall we train? ”

"Forget it, can't you see it's pouring?"

Shoot me! The word "pole" makes it look awkward.

“As expected, Captain Chris! ”

Profit!

Seeing the teenagers whistling and cheering, I pushed my feet in.

Ralph, who was blocking the entrance, raises his butt to the side.

“Why?”

“I'll fix your rotten me. ”

“But we still need to wash up. The other troops are always washing well, but why do they hate washing so much? ”

“Just like the commander. ”

You remembered. You fought at sunrise.

As you go inside, you can see ten soldiers breathing a breath of fresh air.

Shoot him, larynx!

The noise of the rain hitting the tent was loud, and the soldiers were chatting inside.

"Ouch, you need to wash up. My nails are black."

"Hey, I think you passed out yesterday and got cleaned up by the rain."

My eyes turned to you.

"Hey, your armor is blowing in the water. Would it be okay to dry up?"

"You'll be fine. Tanned leathers are quite durable."

I approached the soldier, speaking.

“Is that so?”

The soldier says and laughs.

If I met him in town, I'd have been farming for a lifetime.

It looks mild.

I looked him in the eye.

“· · Why? ”

“No.”

I see black spots on the white of my eyes.

I looked around and found a soldier with the same spots.

“Burn this if you have a flint. ”

Yellow Herb Leaves can be dried and burned to remove odor.

I gave him one.

At this size, even one burn would eliminate the smell somewhat.

Then I went out in the rain again.

"I have to wash up now, too. Hey, get out of there! When else are you gonna wash up?"

You hear Ralph's voice behind you.

When I returned to the barracks, I took off my friendly clothes and wet clothes.

I even took off my wet underwear wet.

“Why do you have to go out in the rain and borrow your friendship after it rains? ”

Lind asked me about it.

“Sometimes I want to get wet. ”

“Crazy bastard.”

Lind smiles and approaches the pumpkin on the ground.

“My pumpkin's in the rain, so let's stay here with my brother. ”

I turned away from Lynd and asked Digo nearby.

“Replace it?”

“There's really no way. ”

Digo replied.

"No, I don't. Have you saved any dry trees?"

“Why?”

“Light a fire. ”

I opened the door wide with that word.

Shoot him!

Rain poured in front of me.

“It's raining. ”

“Still, this would be better. ”

Everyone in the barracks knew that the snot kept the dry wood in their luggage.

He has a unique taste.

You have to start a fire anytime, anywhere, and grill some meat.

Let's see what you got.

Bloop.

Quickly light a small campfire.

I saw the fire and laid out the dried clothes appropriately next to it.

“Wet the floor. ”

The pumpkin and Lind, who were playing around, leaned against the two shields and laid their clothes on top of them.

After a long fire, the warm air inside the tent covered me.

Before the smoke rises and fills up, you make a small hole in the bottom of the other tent.

A tent shaped like an acid. It wouldn't hit much if the water hit it.

The groin and smoke escaping through the entrance.

As it got warmer inside, I felt like I was washing something down just by watching it rain.

“What do you think?”

“Good.”

Diego nods at my question.

I looked at the fire and took out the pot I had stored.

It was a pot that was not deep and wide in shape.

“What are you boiling? ”

He buries his nose with an excited face.

“Yes.”

I took out the dirty maid in a big way.

I was recreating the recipe from the inside.

The snot carries a shield next to it.

Then, the flat part was firmly planted upward.

A healthy support was made in no time.

Place a pot on top and bury it.

“Should I pour water? ”

Recalling the recipe, I didn't say anything important.

“I'm not going to eat it. ”

“· · · Why? ”

He said with a disappointed face.

I couldn't look away from that face, so I pulled the smoked meat out of my arms.

“Eat.”

“Wow.”

It was before our supplies were supplied.

I raided Armstrong's supplies, but this time I ran out of food.

I wasn't very wealthy. Well, I can't compare it to before.

The difference between black bread and jerky is more than the difference between knights and end soldiers.

I put a blue herb leaf over the pot on the shield support and poured the water out.

Everyone was watching what I was doing.

Do they know what they're doing when they see it?

I took out the herbs I had prepared while waiting for the water to boil.

A white silk made from honey spiders.

Along with Dirty Maid's round leaves.

I put spider silk in the leaves, took out the root, sliced it fine, and placed it on top.

Boggle boggle.

The water begins to boil. Thanks to the blue herb leaf, the color turned to a subtle blue.

“Does it taste bad?”

“If you eat it, your mouth will freeze and you won't be able to speak. ”

I answered the snot and rolled the Dirty Maid leaves.

When I was close enough to fit in one punch, I carefully put it in the pot.

Roughly dozens of them could be made.

If you catch it early, this amount is sufficient.

Boggle boggle.

The boiling water in the pot mixed the smoke rising as the water vapor spreads.

The tent is warmer.

"It's nice to be warm on a cold day, but I want to wash up somehow."

Digo mutters.

“Ralph the teenager says it's a good day to wash up. Would you? ”

“· · Not really. ”

Digo shakes his head.

I've been waiting for the meds to start working.

Bürgh.

“There's no water. ”

The snout that I was watching said.

Why do you keep watching me boil this stuff?

The rest of the crew has already lost interest.

“It's okay.”

I spoke up and watched.

Teasing.

Soon, there was not a drop of water left in the pot.

But the pot didn't burn.

What was important was now.

The leaves of the dirty maid wrapped around the outside are getting redder.

I put my hand in it without hesitation.

“Ouch! Tee! ”

My nose blew out a slight malignancy looking at me.

I'm sorry, it's not hot.

Dirty Maid is a herb with a strong temper.

All the weaknesses of melted blood roots and spider silk permeate and cool rapidly.

So if you catch it, it's very hot, but if you take it out, it gets really cold in the blink of an eye.

I rolled leaves from my hands a few times and cooled off.

So many times I made the same medicine.

The pill you made looked like a little leaf about two fingers long.

The color is red like a monkey's butt.

It's fun to just smell it because it's a delicate dish.

His nose looked like he saw something strange, and he did exactly what I did.

"Oh, that's cold."

I tried a few times, but I found a trick.

"Come, rescue. That's your job."

Making and rescuing medicines, no fighting while it rains.

There are times when clay fighting is needed, but winter is not coming.

Unless you're a lunatic who wants to rain down on his well-bred soldiers.

There is no fool commander who fights in a storm like this.

I was free. Time went well, and I had nothing to do after I finished all my medicine.

The plague of the curse was a useless disease until the outbreak.

‘You have to convince them when it first happens. ’

If that fails, it's over.

The plague of the curse was a disease with a long history.

When it first started, no one called it a disease.

No, everyone didn't recognize it as a disease until they wrote it on purpose.

Shoot him.

Watching the rain pour, I thought:

I know the man who said he'd find it and apply it to combat.

He is the continent's greatest strategist and has an unrivalled ability to raise people.

I am currently in charge of the prince's throne at EightMoon and know his name.

Antoine Lisoness.

‘The herbalist wanted to kill him. ’

Well, if he wants to kill me, he's gonna die.

Genius with no home country.

Even the blood is frozen.

The strongest breeder in history.

A genius who raises humans into weapons.

There were many titles to call him.

He was that great.

The bottle was originally called the White Devil.

If you get this disease, you die frostbite on your skin.

No one called this curse a disease because of the symptoms.

The White Devil was a disease that only a tribe of snow-capped mountains could boast of.

Occasionally, the people who actually, very rarely, looked for it or those who were below it.

That's why it's called a curse.

A terrible curse that only falls on those who blaspheme the snow-covered mountain god.

If you see a dead body frozen in the middle of summer, everyone will think the same thing.

The teacher who taught the herbs was furious about this.

“It was crazy. ”

“Why?”

“There are over a hundred pharmacists and healers who have visited the White March tribe to see this cured. What do you think happened to them? ”

“No way.”

“They're all dead. Clumsy. Mad bastards stabbed, speared, and stoned to death trying to heal the curse of God with human strength. Crazy bastards.”

Funnily enough, the disease called this curse became more famous.

A disease no one can fix.

A great strategist, Ansing Lisoness, was loyal to the military.

The best strategy is to exceed the target's expectations.

That's right.

He used this curse as a weapon.

Who would want to use this curse as a weapon?

Funnily enough, a few years later, Ansing Lisoneth also made a solution for this cursed weapon.

No herbalist or healer could do it.

He leads his forces away and kills the tribe of snowy mountains.

And he revealed the source of the disease.

It was a cold bottle that slowly eroded the body.

“Whew.”

I took a breath and cleared my mind.

In my past life, I was dragged around as Angling did, but I wasn't dragged around either.

It was just a part of history.

‘I can't do that this time. ’

I used to be a herbalist myself.

The teacher said.

“The White Devil is a disease that insults all pharmacists and healers. ”

We shouldn't have cut it down in the name of the curse.

I remember the day I spit out the acronym while drinking into the oak barrel.

And I agree with that.

If they were to perish under the name of the curse, they would betray the efforts of those who had studied until they died to cure this disease.

I trembled lightly.

‘If you can't convince him. ’

There will be hundreds or thousands of casualties.

That is the great defeat of Earl Van Ludwig.

It was called a far-flung nightmare within Sercado.

Also, like the teacher, I will hit the ground and regret it.

No, you'll regret it more than that.

You missed your chance to stop him.