From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

You carry a Bluish on your back, and eight throwing daggers in your lap.

Everything else was dry food. It wasn't much. I only took it for a couple of days, and I didn't have enough of it either. It was just enough to avoid hunger.

“Too bad.”

Royse looks genuinely disappointed as I pick up only dry food. Turning to the rest, they looked no different, too.

You guys expect me to make you something else delicious?

“If you're going to eat well, eat well in the city. ”

“It tastes different out there. ”

Alice adds, "You're right.

I thought about it for a while, and I watched my knights pack their bags.

Digo took a sack of axe spears and a short shortsword horizontally behind his waist and put on a double layer of leather armor.

“Don't wear armor. ”

Seeing that, Digo takes off his armor silently.

“What if I tell you to put the battle ahead and take off your armor? ”

Lind asks as she unwraps Diego's armor around her side. Lynd asked me this question to tell the others who were following him, rather than just because he was curious.

I've already told Lind and Grafe how to attack the fort.

“If you get wet, your armor won't be heavy. ”

A lightweight cloth and a chunky cape oiled with oil, that was all we had.

“Is this the only color of your cape? ”

The cloak was beautifully engraved with the leaf tube symbol on the white cloak.

“The streak says that dressing up is important for everyone who knows it. ”

It was Grafe's voice.

It was a small barracks next to the training ground where we held our weapons.

It was not actually a place for soldiers to sleep, so it was a place for storage and rest.

Outside the open door, the crooked back of the graft stands against the sunlight.

“You won't see it anyway. ”

I whispered a little. Diego tilts his head, but doesn't ask any more questions.

Basically, Digo, Lois, Alice and Jen Reed were not curious about this.

I'm just asking.

“What do you need? ”

“Focus on oiled cloaks and light weapons, and of course, the weapons that are cooked in your hands. ”

When I answered, I moved on. My orders precede curiosity.

Under the circumstances, I felt a complex emotion. I was glad, but 'Will they behave flexibly in battle?' I thought.

It would not have been one or two battles in the future, and I could not guide them through all of them.

Ultimately, it meant that strategies, tactics, and personal abilities should be developed on their own.

Is that possible?

That's what I thought.

I don't know. In the thirty-nine years, I led them all, devising hand strategies and tactics one by one.

‘It was only a small army battle. ’

Massive combat lacked experience for me, too. I don't know why I suddenly thought of that here.

I naturally knew what to do next.

Once you've built up your personal strength, it's time to build up your group strength.

"You need to learn how to operate a unit unit. ’

I thought it was a little late. I should have felt this with my skin right away.

It was a mistake, but I didn't care much. I knew I wasn't perfect, and the people who gathered me to solve these problems were with me.

“When you come back, give me some people I've seen. ”

Lind approaches and says, as Grafe looks at Diego and the others' weapons and packs their bags.

Coincidentally, he might have thought the same thing.

“Who? ”

“Swordsmanship sucks, but someone's shooting a bow. I want to keep only those who wish to join the Territory. ”

I basically didn't force anyone not to fight. If I wanted to build a farm, I left it to be a farmer or a merchant.

But it was also true that soldiers, who became soldiers, benefited greatly. A lot of people supported Fraunmut as a soldier just by giving him high pay and status.

Thanks to you, the troops have been called back a little, but we're still short.

“Let's do it.”

I put complicated thoughts behind me.

Now is the time to go meet the merciless god. Another objection was a matter to think about later.

“If you have the weapons, let's go. ”

“It's small.”

Royse said, "Seriously, this is not going to be a great war or a battle."

No poet will sing for us, and no historian will discuss our strategy.

We will be the ones to tear down the fort just by standing by it.

It rained outside. I smelled like it would make my head ache just by wrapping the oil on the cloak.

Thanks to this, I can see the rain bouncing off without seeping into the cloak.

As I walked, I saw a pumpkin in the rain next to me. He came back a few days ago, and he looked up at the sky and convinced me by an elongated roar.

“Son.”

After placing his hand on the pumpkin's head, Digo stands on my right and Jen Reed on my left.

Royce and Alice then turn the hood upside down. Looks like a group of assassins leaving to assassinate the king of another country, not out in the field to fight.

Lind stands behind us and follows us. I was about to leave the road.

“Lois.”

Agatha Yul Novan came out worried about her brother.

“I'll be back.”

Royse replies, Agatha's gaze crosses him and surrounds the group and turns to me. The moment I saw her eyes, I knew she was anxious.

The moment he sent his best friend into battle, no one thought we would take the fort.

“Lady Agatha, don't worry too much. ”

I smiled softly and said. The dripping rain drenches her blonde hair a little.

Agatha nods. And next to it was Emilia Zighal.

She quietly looks back at me and the group. I couldn't tell what I was thinking because I didn't change my face. She raises her hand and sweeps her hair behind her ear.

Wet in the rain, Emilia was also giving off her charm. If Agatha was just a cute girl, she was definitely a monk.

His escort knight stands beside her with an umbrella made of oiled cloth, beaten by the rain.

You're going to catch a cold.

“I can't believe it. ”

Emily said.

“What can you not believe? Lady Emilia.”

When I spoke politely again, she raised her mouth. It was a smile that would prevent many men from falling asleep just by laughing.

“Were they all vice knights? ”

Her eyes were on my knights. Why do you care so much about what everyone knows?

I smiled and said,

“I want you to take a good look at the scale. ”

With that said, I passed her by. My knights marched next to me.

She has the beauty to ruin the country, but not one of my knights has fallen for her magic.

Is that also an insult to Emilia? I'm not sure.

I just thought Emily and Emily were different people.

I may have thought that my attitude has changed, but she will have to make her own decisions.

* * *

Emily is finally able to see why she's standing here, watching Chris leave.

As he leaves, the tattoo on his left thigh heats up, raising his body temperature.

“Whew.”

She takes one hot breath and takes a step out. The escort knight said as she headed to a place where her steps were not lodging.

“The rain is getting thicker. Let's go inside."

This article was drawn because my father cared very deeply about it. It's not Vise Knight, but it could kill a few dozen troubled bandits on its own.

And yet.

‘I can't move. ’

Baron Chris Fraunmut and those standing next to him are no match.

Prince Decillio. ’

King and Sergado, continent and war.

Emily is having trouble walking because of her tattoo. Her talent as a shaman has been compelled.

‘Choose.'

Intuition. Intuition. The good feeling, whatever you want to call it, told her.

Right now, it's time to raise one hand in a faction fight within Sercado.

Until now, I've been riding the rope between the ferryman and Prince Decillio.

But now we have a new option.

‘Chris Fraunmoont. ’

There was no doubt that he was an attractive man, but more than that, his possibility made her heart beat faster.

“Powell."

“Tell me.”

Emily turns her head away and asks her knight.

“Can they cross the Wolves' Keep? ”

“I can't cross. ”

Yes, he said this even when he saw their greatness right in front of him. So no one said they couldn't cross the fortress.

She laughs and thinks. Though not rational, his sense of shamanism has foreseen his success.

“No, I'm going over. ”

Serca hasn't done anything to anyone, but he will. The rain grew thicker.

Emilia quickly finds the roof and moves on. Even the flood began to rain heavily on me.

* * *

“Long time, uncle. ”

Uncle in private, Duke in public.

Decillio smiles at the whistleblower in front of him.

“What about you? ”

A dress without a sword. My brother dying of illness and illness, and I was on my way to meet the king with weapons, no matter how many of them were there.

“I don't recognize people anymore. ”

The ferryman simply stares out the window at the prince's words.

“I need to see him.”

“I hope so.”

After Decillio and the ferryman stood up, the people inside the palace approached and led them to the king's quarters.

Opening the door, the two old and sick kings greeted them. On the sumptuous bed, you hear a short breath behind the curtain.

“Your Grace.”

As the ferryman approaches, the king opens his eyes. There was a short silence between the two.

“Bent.”

The name of the fisherman comes from the mouth of the king. Desilio was not relieved that the king was sane. It wasn't that I wanted to be insane.

There was only one thought in his head.

Can I hit him now and kill him? ’

A power struggle within Sercado is caused by the presence of two masters.

Uncle and nephew, prince and duke.

One of the essentials showed up unarmed before my eyes.

“Yes, you have since you were a child. ”

I heard the king's voice. Since then, the whisperer has spoken.

“I have always been the beard of a tiger, as long as you are alive. ”

“... I'm sorry. ”

Decillo does not have a choice until the whistleblower retreats.

Do we kill him now? Is it possible? '

Desillo ponders until the ferryman retreats and leaves the king's chambers and heads out of the palace.

I felt cold sweat because of extreme worry.

“Desilio.”

“... if you have something to say. ”

Desillo frowns and replies, saying his name.

‘This is an opportunity…….'

“If you kill me now, the red cloak will feed you to the entire royal family in the palace. ”

"......."

Decillio can't open his mouth. What the hell are you talking about? "Or" how dare you say that! ’I had to say something like that.

But I couldn't.

“You won't be able to kill me, of course, but if you pull out your sword, you will. ”

The falconer looks up at the dim sky. There's rain pouring down on the east side of Sergado, but this place is clear as day.

At sunset, the stars appeared one by one in the sky.

“Do you know why I'm not ahead of the other princes and I have no influence over the palace? ”

“…… what are you talking about? ”

“Because it's not fun. ”

The fisherman said with a dull face.

“Decillio, you can't please me. Grow up.Please make me happy. You're losing patience. ”

Desillo felt a strange sensation the moment he saw the Grand Duke's face. His pupils appear to be split longitudinally.

Houthit, why was he named Tiger Beard?

His original nickname was Hokkon ball, a ferocious person with the face of a tiger. The godfather named him "Houthit" because he was worried about his evil strength.

He has embraced it confidently until now. The violent upheaval quickly subsides.

The whistleblower smiled again and suddenly asked with him.

“Do you think Chris can cross the fortress of Wolves? ”

The prince quickly realized what he was saying. It was too much to say in the palace.

Chris Fraunmoont's reckless challenge.

And no one has conquered his success.

“I hope so. ”

And he laughed and said, "What are you talking about?"

“He will cross. ”

Decillo didn't know why the ferryman said that.

“And as soon as he crosses that fortress, we'll have to start, too. ”

With that said, he left without any escorts by his side, so volatile.

Decillio thinks to himself, feeling defeated.

Is it that easy to cross the fortress of Wolves? Great, Uncle. Then I will draw my sword the moment he fails. ’

Two days later, the king crumbled.

And then the same news came to both the ferryman and Decillio.

It was the result of the invasion of Baron Chris Fraunmoont's fortress in Wolves.