From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

Stupid Goblins can't catch winged animals. The word 'Goblins chasing eagles’ used to mean that what they tried to do would go back to failure, and they used to ridicule those who were lagging behind.

I don't know why I suddenly think that. That's all I could think about when I saw the servant's servant in front of me.

“Wouldn't you rather think about it? ”

Digo looked at the man who was pushing himself. It has been more than ten days since the long battle ended.

Lind, Digo, Axe, and Alice were filling their bellies with beer and venison at the inn.

He was the one who came looking for him. There's only one of us. He was a servant of Ludwig the Benevolent.

“This is Earl Ludwig's estate. And you haven't forgotten who the lord who rules this place is, have you? ”

Digo snores at the servant's side. Alice frowns as she bounces it off.

“Filthy.”

Digo saw Alice like that and swallowed a sip of beer.

“Khh. Delicious. ”

“Are you telling me to listen? ”

Lind nods, looking at Alice like that.

“You don't eat. That's blasphemy against food. ”

“Do you want to die?”

The axe swallowed nothing but a click beer next to it. The liver was chewing deer meat and swallowing everything. It looked like I drank quite a bit of something with a frown on my face.

Ludwig's servant, who was watching their meeting, opened his eyes.

“Can't you hear me? ”

Digo is deaf. Lind is deaf, too. Alice is deaf, too. The axe ate meat.

“You take the hard road for the easy road. You think Squire, the hero of the battlefield, can protect you? Have you forgotten whose land this is? ”

The acolyte said it was an obvious threat. But I couldn't kill him. He is the undertaker's sidekick.

At the moment of death, all of my troops will become enemies. Alice slaps him on the forehead as Digo's eyes widen.

Glug.

Meanwhile, the axe rises up.

“I'm drunk. ”

I blinked my eyes and my torso shook like a clock.

“Axe, I'm drunk. ”

As he speaks, he pulls out the hand axe from his waist. The axe whirls and spins, thrown into the air, and the axe that was trying to hold it stirs the air with its bare hands.

Tongue.

A sharpened axe blade is inserted into the wooden table.

“Hehehe.”

The axe starts hiccupping. You grab the axe and pull it out, stumbling and stumbling.

Pow!

There was no balance, but my strength was nowhere to go.

“I want to throw. ”

What do you mean?

The servant looks at him and asks with his eyes. There was no way we could talk. He can't speak a word.

“Hey, shield! ”

Digo shouts in a hurry. Lind gets up and pulls the shield out from under the table.

Why is that coming out of there?

The servant bites again with his eyes. There was no one to answer me this time. Everyone moves like a flaming calf on their tail. Lind pulls out her shield and Digo rushes to get it.

Digo stands face to face with the axe with his acolyte.

“Move!”

The acolyte blinks. He was a man far from the battle.

Avoid what?

It's before I even gasp.

“Throw!”

The axe twists as it screams and throws it away.

Whirlyric!

An axe flew in mid-air.

Tongue!

“Hehe!”

Only after the shield is inserted, the servant cries out in surprise and sits on the floor. Some of his hair is blown into the air. It felt like an axe blade grazed my neck.

Shhh.

He has yellow bites between his legs.

“No, I don't want you to work here! ”

The innkeeper who was delivering the beer called out with a glance. The man who peed looked at the owner dazed. Then he raised his hand and stroked his neck. It was a hand gesture to make sure the neck was hanging well.

“I need to get paid. ”

Alice reaches out to him. Everything is going crazy.

“I'm sorry. He can't stop when he's drunk. ”

Digo, who pulled out his axe, approaches from behind and taps his shoulder.

“That's why we can carry our shields like this. ”

It was a moment when the acolyte who understood the situation was about to shout something fierce.

“I want to throw. ”

The axe reopens its mouth. He had two axes around his waist. There's still one bag left.

“Heeheeheeheehee!”

The acolyte jumps to his feet in shock.

“Compensation!”

Alice shouts and blocks the way, and he throws a few silver coins out of his arms and leaps out.

“Ahhhh!”

It's a beautiful scream. You giggle as you see the people around you having a drink leave.

“He's such a coward! ”

“What a loser! ”

The axe wiggles to the left and to the right, muttering with its hand axe in its waist.

“Beer."

“More? ”

The innkeeper drops the cup in front of him without hesitation. I can't believe the axe is drunk.

He is a great dancer to dance with an axe, even though he pours beer into his stomach all day.

“I'll buy this. ”

Digo said and put some fairy tales on the table.

“Don't be so hard on yourself. ”

Lind said, looking at that digo.

Just because Chris wasn't there, they weren't going to hit him anywhere.

I've heard rumors that the axe is eloquent and unique, so it shouldn't be this much trouble.

“Can I do this? ”

Alice comes back with a rough mop and asks.

I got rid of him because I cared, but the problem was. This is the territory of Ludwig the Benevolent. I drove him to pee on his side.

“I don't know. Well, my commander told me to do whatever I wanted. ”

Lind stopped instead of talking, had a sip of beer and said.

“I'll take care of it. ”

He left his own hand. There was nothing left for Chris to do but wait.

* * *

Shhhhhhh.

Very low, long, deep breath. After the vise imprint, one technique was added when the opening ended and the vise went up to the second floor.

Breathing. Breathing is one of the fundamentals of Visualization, a method of breathing that varies depending on the location and type of technique imprinted.

A deep breath permeates through my nose and mouth. Manga breathes through her body and descends.

Touch it.

I looked into the wind. I tried several times. The breath of Mana taps and stimulates the vice carved into the back of the foot.

Vice awakens and swings his whole body. Vise II, the healing power is usually above that of humans. The vice moves toward the injured area, controlling the congestion and protecting the broken bones.

“Phew.”

After the training, I was able to heal my injuries. I took a deep breath to unwind.

Although there were more than one or two cleavage sites in Beigo, most recovered in just ten days.

“Are you okay now? ”

Murdock asked. The past is faint now. A completely herbalist.

Walpha Murdock became "the herbalist Murdock."

“Well, I'm not going to die. ”

“Rumor has it we're looking for Chris in the city. Where are you hiding? ”

I was alternating between Tequila's house and Murdock's. I wasn't hiding, but I didn't want to see my servant right now.

“Who's hiding? No one's waiting. ”

“Why are you hiding? ”

Murdock will never understand my actions. ‘A hero who has won or lost the battlefield. ’

That's what they call me. Now I have a knighthood, a medal, and a pile of gold coins. Why are people dying here?

Well, I've asked a few times, but never my answer.

“I'm not hiding. I'm waiting for someone. ”

Murdock gave up asking questions.

“Well, I have to get out. I'm running low on herbs now.I have to jump on my feet. ”

I was forced to do it at first, but then I took the first step. There was no choice but to harvest the herbs in the vicinity of the city and only in some areas.

“Let's wait for it to grow back. ”

I say, Murdock's eyes sag.

“When do we wait for it? ”

“If you don't want to wait.... ”

Murdock raises his head and glares at me as he blurs his words.

“Or what?"

“Don't.”

I told him Murdock made an impression and then unravelled it. No one will give me a hard time if they see me and my group standing in the way of 2,000 troops. Murdock looks at me and nods quietly.

“Yes, I'll dig something quiet. ”

“Work hard. ”

Murdock has left the house. I was a little sore to be here for ten days. The meal was not very solid either.

“Pumpkin, aren't you bored? ”

Even the pumpkin, who used to wander around sometimes, did not leave my side, no matter what happened.

“Bang."

Somehow my day was different. Seeing you grow so fast, I think I'm raising a child for this kind of taste.

Now I've taken out a few remaining Refining Squads. The pumpkin clears his ears, sniffing his nose, and rubs its head against my legs.

“Foodie. ”

“Bang."

I took a gift in exchange for the Refinement and put it in my mouth. The pumpkin leans back to his side, lowering his head quietly and inviting him to sleep.

He's been sleeping a lot lately.

There was nothing to do. I closed my eyes and my ears.

Someone was approaching Murdock's house. I walked lightly and flew.

A person with more power than a minimum rank knight. He may not be big, but his muscles are tight.

Above all, I know him.

“I'm going in.”

You hear Lynd's voice outside the door.

“Come in. ”

I opened my eyes and answered.

Lind approaches and pretends to know the pumpkin. The pumpkin looks at Lynd's face and smell, then nods slowly again.

“It's a pity that it's getting bigger and less affectionate. My pumpkin.”

Lind looks at the wolf with a sad face and says to me,

“Found it.”

After the battle, I did not intend to give up my achievements. It's just a delay. I had to wait for the right reward.

While I was waiting anyway, I wanted to take care of the things that bothered me. So I asked Lynd to find someone.

It shouldn't have been difficult. The man I'm looking for is a sinner and in prison.

Soldiers and most knights were favorable to us, except for the Servants, their side guards, and their powerful nobles.

That is, if you ask the soldiers, it was quick to know.

“It's a fortified dungeon. ”

“Mm-hmm.”

If you're going to the fortified dungeons, you need to get over the walls.

“Then why are you looking for her? ”

Lind asked.

“I'm just curious, why was it so easy for me to get caught? ”

It reminds me of the assassin who was after the streak. I saw him in the dark, but he wasn't that ugly. That's when the streak said something, and I answered.

“It's not because she's pretty, is it? ”

Lind told me.

“Looks are just rough. ”

Let me tell you, Lind made an impression on me the way she was looking at me.

“You're the worst person in the world because you say that. ”

It can be. In my previous life, people believed that they looked at me and that if they lived, they would have become the pillars of the noblewoman, not the tribal mercenaries.

Rich people say money is not important in life.

The handsome one doesn't need to look like one.

And I think looks are actually pretty important. Factors that leave the mirror to determine the impression are determined in appearance. So that's how everyone decorates and treats.

“Can I help you if you want to come in? ”

Lind told me.

“How?”

It was worth listening to if there was a plan.

“Well, she's rumored to be pretty among the inmates. The garage is full of excuses. ”

I trusted Lynd and nodded my head. How many times better than sneaking over a wall?

* * *

I should have just crossed the wall. Fucking Lynd.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk." ”

A soldier kicks his tongue when he sees me wearing a black robe.

“…… people's minds do whatever they want. ”

I did my best acting in reflection. What I saw was a country general in love with a fever.

Lynd made excuses for me. A villager who loved her without knowing she was an assassin.

Unfortunately, the romantic Lynd decided to help me and asked the soldiers.

Lynd wasn't as much of a war hero as I was.

His request moves the soldiers. How desperately I asked for it.

Every soldier who crossed the line kicked his tongue at me.

"Tsk, tsk."

“Somehow.”

“Come back later. Buy me a drink.”

Some say they'll buy you a drink because they're sad. It was fortunate that few people knew my face apart from the action of the battlefield. I was wearing a hood, just in case.

The guards let me go so quietly, it was soon within the tolerance. Getting to the dungeon wasn't hard either.

This place is difficult to escape from, so it's not difficult to get in.

“Not for long. ”

The warden said,

“Thank you."

The Sea of Sticky Lovers. The warden stepped aside. I sat crouched in front of a cage, returning from a feverish bachelor to my original self.

There was an assassin who was after the streak. He opened his eyes in the dark and looked at me.

I looked at her and I thought,

Amrok's code? It's real, but you only hear one word at the scene of an assassination and stop an assassination and sell your colleague?

I don't believe this pumpkin either.

There's only one reason I lied to her. She went to prison peacefully and sold her colleague out to eliminate the risk of assassination.

In fact, there has been no prayer of assassination since then. If it had, I would have killed this assassin by now.

So I was curious.

Why did she give up everything and get caught so easily?

“Did you love me? ”

She asked me first before she opened her mouth. The question was very sudden.

Goddamn it.

“The warden kept telling me that the man who loved me was coming. ”

Fucking Lynd. What the hell are you talking about?

I pressed down on my temples.

“Enough jokes. ”

She nods with a grave face.

“You've got to be kidding.”

I don't know what I was thinking just by looking at his face.

“An excuse for coming here. I'm in no position to look. ”

She didn't ask any more questions. I opened my mouth in an organized situation.

“Why did you do that? ”

It's a never-ending question, but I looked into her eyes and saw that she understood enough.

Just for a moment, the two eyes met. The assassin who was watching me silently opened his mouth.

“Rachel.”