From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

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“After stealing the supply wagon to identify the enemy's supply lines, I helped the 7th Infantry Captain Canneruck with the strike on the Supply Ground, and I was called a Saint by the soldiers." ”

It's long. Something long. I'm reciting my achievements, but it's too long for one soldier.

Saint! Saint!

I heard the knight shout from behind.

I stood on the float and looked ahead. I was very interested in Van Ludwig's eyes.

Similar colors were found in the eyes of the servant next to him and the middle-aged.

“Since then, expect an enemy raid, escaping with wounded soldiers and returning with 60 men safely in sight! ”

Home, home! Come home!

Hey, at this point, you just put something on it.

“And..."

The knight hangs up. A knight who shouted so loudly that his blood spurts out.

Soldiers need to be noisy.

At this exact moment, the soldiers kept their mouths shut.

I feel the energy of the audience waiting for Climax.

Before the hurricane came, the calm settled on top of the monolith.

The knight looks up and opens his mouth.

“Because he led this battle to victory by leading his allies and maintaining the front lines in front of the front lines, he is the most honored of all to receive a medal for his work. ”

Waaaahhhhhh!

If screaming had ever been a cat's cry, it would now be the roar of a tiger.

Whoo-hoo!

Saint Chris!

You speak human language, so you're definitely human, right? It's not an Orc, is it?

It reminds me of the roar of Orcs.

I felt like screaming would float my body.

First prize.

That's what the driver said. I feel like my hair that used to work well has become dull.

‘Let's think.'

Firstly, the title given to the man who has the greatest balls in battle.

“I'll put the medal on myself. ”

The cheer of the soldier is becoming more frequent. Earl van Ludwig opens his mouth.

An old man wearing a rough grey cloak instead of a warm and fluffy cloak.

The white-haired Earl looks straight at me.

I almost felt pressured by it.

“Well done, soldier Chris. ”

He said, putting a small round circle on my chest. A pin runs through the end, poking him, and sticking him right on top of his thorax.

“White Captain Chris! ”

Speaking of the coronation statement, the Earl takes a step back with a medal.

“The medallion is called a watchtower. ”

Earl van Ludwig slowly recites the medal.

It was one of the procedures. It gives a medal and tells the history of it.

“The Watchtower is one of the symbols in honor of the Unsullied. It holds the Seal of the Bridge, the Breach of the Gate, and the Guardian of the Paratroopers above the Watchtower. ”

Excuse me? Shouldn't we be talking about the medallion pond?

I think I got a little sidetracked. I couldn't help but overhear the words, and the Earl spoke.

“Don't you want to go any higher? ”

... Wow. I'm getting goosebumps. The Earl is hot.

I thought he was a truly extraordinarily lethal man when he was not supplied to the 7th Infantry, but he was the most talented of all.

I'm not a nobleman, and that doesn't make me a code. There is no secret of birth that my father was born with a woman's eyes.

But to greed me for a medal like that.

“Can I go up? ”

Can I show you that? The meaning was implied.

Answer the question and the Earl's tail rises.

No answer. He just said one more word.

“Tell me what you want. ”

Earl, you're no ordinary man.

If it were normal, how would you become a hero of the defense and show the purpose of stopping the armies of that arm?

Even when the White Devil's curse came down and the erl saw the damage, he tried to retake his forces.

A natural general.

His life has always been a challenge and a battle. With my own eyes, I couldn't see all of him with my own abilities.

Then I have no choice but to stand on top.

From my past life, I've wanted to be me.

I gave up on my dreams because I couldn't give up on them.

No, I was wrong. When I shattered the dream, my dream ended there.

So I couldn't miss this chance to happen again.

Tell me what you want. Then I'll tell you what you can hear.

I decided to take a big, broad step. I didn't just use the dragon to fight to become a white captain.

My mouth opened while everyone's gaze was gathering.

And the moment the word fell out of my mouth as a sentence, everyone was silent.

“I want to be an apprentice. ”

Plain knight, it's not easy, but it's not all there.

An outstanding talent stands out and can be adopted by nobles.

Born as a child of great symbols, educated through a substantial donation.

There are times when you're really lucky to have a patron.

If possible, it's one of three. Nothing else.

Especially in the case of me right now, I would never have imagined.

No ridiculous balls on the battlefield, no donations, no backers against my talent.

He just wants to be an apprentice knight by himself.

This could have been a provocation and an overwhelming demand for minutes.

But they dare to turn to me, to you! ’I did not spit.

I understood exactly what I was doing. I heard it from someone else's mouth, but I was a hero guarding the front lines.

I have the eyes of thousands of soldiers behind me.

Qualified Cannerucks abandon the knight's throne and, unless they are, a civilian soldier wants the knight's throne.

It was ironic. I looked at Van Ludwig's mouth.

It was his firstborn who opened his mouth at the end of the silence.

“How dare you!"

... I didn't think anyone could do it. In a way, it exceeds expectations.

The soldiers started shouting behind me, as if the Servant's shout had broken through silence and rebelled against his words.

Knight Chris! Knight Chris! Knight Chris!

That shout echoes my ears. When the silence that had frozen the cold air disappeared, the cheers of the soldiers helped me become my background.

My specialty, Van Ludwig's greed for it.

Taking it all together, I pulled out the biggest one I could get right now.

The tight head begins to return.

‘The biggest thing I can get. ’

No gold coins, no honor. People later.

The title is all I need right now. Status.

The biggest status you can get here, that's the top of the knight.

Except for the twigs. I asked Earl Ludwig.

Can you give that to me?

I have it, but I cannot give it away carelessly. I can give it to his position, but it's also a responsibility.

A smile stayed on Van Ludwig's face. The erl seems to be having a great time.

His mouth opens. He didn't call for me.

“Your humble servant.”

“Yes."

“You will not open your mouth for another week. I'll break your legs as soon as you open your mouth. ”

How harsh was the usual education, and the servant did not answer. I feel like I have a lock on my mouth.

And an Earl who sees me. Which one is his answer?

Even if the cheer of the soldier is my background, you can refuse if he wants.

No, it might be smarter to say no.

He looked at me with his eyes closed. His gaze darkened my whole body.

“Not bad. ”

Is that allowed? Or is that a no?

“Do you really want it? ”

“Yes, I do. ”

As I bow my head and answer, Earl Ludwig opens his mouth.

“By the King's authority, I hereby order the Seventh Infantry Commander Chris to be my apprentice knight under Earl Ludwig. ”

The Apprentice Knight is not an official knight, so you don't need a royal prick.

But just because a commoner raised a ball in the war makes him an apprentice knight.

It was a dream come true. It will make the hearts of children in rural villages beat.

Waaaahhhh!

Screaming again. The cheers of the soldiers push me forward.

“Take me! ”

“My love! ”

There's been a mix of crazy bastards.

I'll be an official knight when the ashes of the royal palace come down.

‘Enough.’

This was enough to get me what I wanted and what I wanted.

I'm 15. That means I could be the youngest knight in the history of Cercado, or the history of the continent.

*

When I fainted, I heard Hülken's voice afterwards.

‘That's why I thought someone would come. ’

The battle between your cavalry and the enemy cavalry is unwinnable.

It was a battle of strength versus strength, and it was said to have suffered great harm to each other.

The battle for the Knight with the Weiss was harsher.

‘A cavalry battle is a fist to fist. ’

It was a fight no one had won. It would have been a plate made of palm doors.

They were neither knights nor cavalry with Weiss in this battle.

They put their lives on the line for the battle of the infantry.

White Devil's Curse, a troop of veteran soldiers.

‘Even for me, I will battle in the infantry. ’

Sercado has been organizing horsemen for generations.

That's why he tried to break his weakness with his strength.

Sercado's infantry was supposed to fall under the curse.

‘I stopped it. ’

You have to change history on behalf of a herbalist.

Then, when an ally was breached by an army of 10,000 Elite Soldiers, the only thing they had left was Sercado's horrified soldiers.

The commander of a rapid troop died and the middle-bone commander and the white captain also became fertilizer on the Zeituras Plain.

The battle should have been over. No strategist could guarantee victory.

In that situation, I took the toll of an ally and killed an enemy.

‘In the meantime, Canneruck cut off his supply. ’

That was my plan, too.

And one last thing.

Charge through the arms gate, taking all the damage.

At its heart is a soldier who united and stopped an ally.

A deterrent line was built around me and an army was united around me.

You survived and killed your enemies, and that day hundreds of infantry soldiers rushed to kill you.

‘I killed him with my own hands, but I'm over 30. ’

I couldn't count since then.

The curse ruse is blocked and the supplies are looted from behind.

The secret weapon hidden there dies and is blocked until the last charge.

All that was left was retreat.

I was about to hear about what happened during the sober fight. I swallowed the cup in my hand.

An exhilarating liquid soaks your stomach down your throat. It looks like it swallowed hot fire.

“And hot!”

Seeing me drink, someone raises a glass and shouts, and he pours a drink down his throat.

Yeah, it's not drinking, it's pouring. I open my mouth and pour it out.

‘Two-day return. ’

Today was a banquet with the permission to drink until death.

The banquet of the battlefield is hot and rough. It was already a few drinks, and I passed by the wine that warmed my stomach.

“Foa!"

Blood-tongue is a drink with red tongue after drinking it.

There's nothing like this for the soldiers to enjoy.

“Have a bite! ”

Someone gave me a good grilled meat. I was blown away.

“Let's go!"

“Let's drink!”

“Eat and die! ”

If the 7th infantry gathers to eat and drink, this is a banquet.

A festival for warriors who fought hot and spilled blood.

“Ahhhh!”

She dances, gets drunk, and shows her magic with her spear even in a dirty cold weather.

“It was great. ”

I looked at the one who recited the story of the line next to me.

Hülken Ludwig, the bastard of Earl Ludwig and the unknown.

“Celebrate your promotion. ”

“Oh!”

“Saint Chris! ”

“Knight Chris! ”

“Sir Chris! ”

Shut up.The soldiers were busy shouting at me.

Are you Orcs? It's because you can't shout.

No, I call my name regularly even when I'm not around. If we go back like this, we're going to be very famous.

I lift my slutty butt. If you eat a few more glasses of blood tongue, it will even redness your brain, not your tongue.

That's all I have to drink today.

I stumbled a little. Wheelken follows me and talks to me.

“When you get back, look for the hundredfold. ”

Maybe that's why you came to me. In the meantime, I asked for the flow of the battlefield in which I fell first.

He thought he'd seen this battlefield the coldest. Everything he said would be true.

Wheelken covets me. Of course, if I was an intermediate soldier, Wheal Kern would be the best choice.

But things are different now.

Of course, Wheelken is an attractive man. His strength and abilities are coveted, with the exception of an unknowable smile.

But if you answer me now, I'll do this.

“I see.”

“... you're a funny guy. Sure."

Wheelken turns around smiling. It seemed that this was all he had to do.

He leaves and moves to find the assigned barracks.

Where was it? Well, if not, pumpkin calls.

Pumpkins will take me to my resting barracks.

“Too late.”

I'm walking like that, and someone's stopping me.

Canneruck. Right. When I met this lunatic, I had something I wanted to ask him.

“Are you crazy? ”

My question may seem a little sharp, but it is a natural response.

I took a beggar to eat for a few months, and I prepared him a whole pot of roasted potatoes on a steak, and he said no.

Definitely not normal.

Of course, there may be a reason that beggars refuse to eat.

For a more valuable meal or if the food is poisoned.

Or maybe he's convinced he won't eat enough for life, not beggars.

It's all bullshit, if you think about it logically.

“No."

Canneruck shakes his head.

“Why did you refuse? ”

Half asked with curiosity and half with expectation.

He stared at me instead of answering.