From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

Whelken knew his mistake.

‘Where I stand. ’

Ludwig Land.

Technically, Chris was just a facilitator, and he didn't need to get involved in this.

However, he was willing to listen to whatever he wanted later in return for today's help.

I felt that way.

He would be his knight if he wanted to be, and his hidden sword if he wanted to be.

That was his weight on his mother.

But Chris speaks to him.

‘That little one. ’

Now he is communicating with himself.

It was so natural that no words came out.

An invisible feat emanates from his body that even Earl Van Ludwig had not seen in his lifetime.

"You must be the king."

Or a creature born of an obstacle.

Hülken folds his thoughts.

‘What my mother gave me was love. ’

Then what is my father's legacy?

“Earl Ludwig. ”

Whelken mutters. Chris hears it smiling.

Now he looks like he's making fun of the boy. The defeat that made me mistaken for a king disappeared.

“Come out! You disobeyed your father's orders! ”

The servant outside shouts.

Earl van Ludwig said to protect the author. Even if you're not my brother, take it as my lord.

The order was valid until Ludwig remained a family of the Wall.

However, I could no longer keep the last will of my dead father.

Whelken also knew that the servants were holding hands with the Eighth Gate. I also knew he would eventually lose to the royal family or the conqueror.

‘Where will the disciples go? ’

What's the best place for him to hide when he's holding hands with Palmer?

Given the nature of the Hummingbird, he will never accept Ludwig again.

No matter how ignorant Prince Decillo may be, he cannot accept the remains of Count Ludwig, who is holding hands with the Eichmann.

It was a matter of excuses.

The prince will lend his power based on his cause, so Count Ludwig with his arms will have nowhere to go.

There was only one place he could go.

The Servant, now Erl Ludwig and his long-time guardian of the Wall, will be the rage of every nation.

Wheelken had already put it all together in his head. It was not a quick conclusion.

I needed to worry and think.

To be honest, it wasn't working for me.

‘I want to swing my sword without thinking anything. ’

The sword you took from the knight was better than I expected. The center of gravity was well secured and the blade sharpened.

I don't know, but the knight who took this sword seemed pretty upset.

"I'm good at it. ’

Whelken didn't want to worry and think anymore.

‘This is the last one. ’

I do my best to protect my father's legacy.

“Shouldn't we kill him? ”

Wheelken raises his voice. Chris was the only one here who could hear it.

“Not yet.”

The little boy with dark blue hair has now grown up to be a knight worthy of his match.

“So it's best to go and get rid of them properly. ”

And I was strangely happy to follow the orders of the boy who became a knight.

Whelken can stand in front of someone in the first place, but not in the top.

He was a fighter, not a ruler.

“Goodbye, Mother. ”

“By yourself? ”

My mother's hands trembled. The moment I told you not to worry, Chris whispered next to me.

I heard that voice alive.

“The son of Lady Diaz grew up well. They're still stronger than I am. ”

Diz wept.

Where can I find the strength to shed tears like that?

The wheelchair turns around. There was no need to worry.

‘Just expel moderately. ’

Whelken naturally followed Chris' orders.

* * *

“The son of Lady Diaz grew up well. They're still stronger than I am. ”

I saw Lady Diaz worried about Whelken and said,

Seeing me fight earlier, I thought she'd be relieved to say this.

I said she shed tears.

“Did I do something wrong? ”

Asked for Rachel, she silently ignored my words without changing her face.

“I'm an idiot for water. ”

Asking a woman who's more insensitive than anyone I know.

“Are you okay by yourself? ”

Rachel asked me. Looking at the wheelchair coming out, he seems to be worried about him or, if he fails, about:

Given Rachel's personality, it's probably the latter.

I laughed at that. Canneruck and Fox had the same worried face.

“Worry about the people you care about. ”

How many people out there are worth calling knights right now?

There are no vice knights, and there are soldiers who can be called elites. But even elite soldiers are just a few of them.

If Hulken wasn't an imbecile and an idiot, he would have split his forces.

That Mozi Servant couldn't have left everything in his hands.

This is the legacy left by Earl Ludwig, his father.

It was only fair that he chased the servant out. At least that's what I thought.

“You don't know Wheelken. ”

Canneruck, who I saw right next to him, and Fox, who had been following him for over a decade, couldn't understand.

“Don't you see? ”

It was visible to me, the vice knight. You have to feel it, even if you can't see it.

The most ferocious wild horse in the land is unravelled.

I put my arm against the window frame and looked outside.

Fufufufufufufufufufufu!

There are countless arrows flying in. Wheelken walks without running, wielding his sword, and the moon rises into the air in line with the blade's trajectory.

‘Ah.'

"Crescent Moon" was the vision sword of Earl Ludwig.

Asrai's crescent illuminates the earth on the high walls. As long as there is light, no one can cross the wall.

An arrow blocked by the crescent sword made by Whelken bounces off the ground.

“…… old, old, old, archer……."

I can see the archer in charge frozen. I laughed as I watched it.

Hülken Ludwig is a superhuman being on the 4th floor of Weiss Knight.

They catch incoming arrows and are faster than speeding horses.

Among them, it was definitely the strength of the knight who reached the end of the fourth floor, the end of the superman.

No wonder a few soldiers couldn't stop him. No one noticed, but I did.

As soon as Whelken is on the battlefield, all strategists will need to put down their pens. He was a man who broke the laws of the battlefield.

Quack, quack!

The dust rises above the ground when the crescent hits the ground.

“Stay back! Everyone stay back! Don't fight back! Don't engage in melee! Defil! You crazy son of a bitch, back off! ”

McCoy, motherfucker. You're eager.

“Aah!”

I narrowed my eyes and examined the situation. Wheelken once stopped an arrow, once when he made dust.

You strike the crescent sword twice and then bludgeon it like a club.

Puck!

“Grr!”

It was no sword. Wheelken slaps and slaps. The soldiers do not respond.

Just as Dwarves can't fight dragons, Goblins can't attack them when they see Ogres.

There was no one who could strike the battlefield's food chain and break it against existence.

“Ludwig Knights! ”

Yes. Only the Knights will be worthy of a sword. Wheelken is swinging his sword like a club now...

Boom!

It's not stopping.

Wow, look at that guy.

Our red-haired knight is punching three knights in the face.

He bashes the head of the first knight approaching with a sword, and then slaps the knight's sword with the back of his hand and punches him in the face.

You cleverly twist the direction as you strike and throw the second one in front of the knight who ran the third time.

The knight steps aside without panic, but Whelken is already in place.

A wheelchair tucked elbows into the avoided knight's abdomen exclaims with a warm expression.

“Bring it on! ”

...... Was he always like that?

Aren't you the type to watch the situation calmly and fight back and forth?

“Servant, where are you going? ”

Wheelken shouts.

Yeah. Someone really unhooked the Wild Horse.

Which one of you is the guy who put the wind in Wheal Kern?

No, not me.

* * *

The servant fled the burinake.

‘I should join you.'

He nearly peed the moment he saw the wheelchair's power. The most important thing in the world to a person was his life.

Behind him was a man who cared for himself, a man who cared about himself very much.

‘Jodfil.’

As a 'Night Killer’, there was a knight sitting on his throne, a card from the spleen that valiantly killed the vice knights. I met him first.

“Hiya!”

Only 500 soldiers followed behind the terrified servant.

‘Goddamn Wheelken. ’

He pretended not to be, but he did his trick behind my back.

No one stopped him until the moment he escaped the outer sanctuary, but not many soldiers followed him.

And then the pursuit begins to follow.

“I'll block the rear! ”

In the middle, Knight Mecoy strikes back with ten soldiers.

“Do it! ”

The servant didn't even look Mecoi in the face. He didn't even know who the knight was.

After escaping the outer perimeter, the pursuing forces divide into two groups, chasing them from east to west as if driven out.

Rebels! ’

The preparations weren't just for Wheelken. He was about to gather the entire garrison and leave.

No matter what anyone said, he was the owner of Ludwig's territory and the original heir to the Earl's throne in the palace.

In the context of the civil war, he had a "cause" like Prince Decillio, and a "force" like the Hokken.

“You bastard! You bastard! You!”

Despite his anger, the servant sharpens his blade.

Zodfield would have burned Fraunmund territory. Gather the garrison troops back there and get started.

It was a moment of restless urgency.

“Mount up ahead! ”

There was dirt in the front of the running direction.

“We're allies!”

The soldier who identified the flag said.

“Jodfil!”

The servant shouts.

How do you know that? ’

I was surprised to see Jodfil's point of view.

“Earl!"

Jodfield approaches.

No matter how much I looked at it, it wasn't a battalion that was advanced.

There were blood stains on his face and his abdomen was a mess. You see a coat of the Ludwig Knights that was torn in half because it didn't look right.

“What happened? ”

The two forces meet, and the squad that was chasing the servants remains on one side and watches them from afar.

Jodfield approaches and says the situation is urgent.

The servant who heard the word looked like the sky was yellow.

“... You lost? ”

“These guys were well-prepared. ”

A speedy knight adds.

“The intruder on the fifth floor of the tower is Baron Chris Fraunmoont. ”

“Him!”

The Servant looks at the troops standing far away. You see a group approaching from behind.

It was far, but the hair that sparkled in the sunlight looked clear.

There was a knight with dark blue hair.

“You bastard! You bastard! Chris Inououohom!”

Nothing has happened since that Chris showed up.

“Shit! Shit! Damn it!”

The servant spews his swear words into the air. A louder voice rang than ever before.

* * *

“Halt!”

I took Whelken and roughly chased after the servant. I had no intention of killing him here.

Then I saw the crowd standing in front of me.

Knight McCoy Smith.

When I looked into his eyes, I couldn't ignore him.

I looked at him and asked Whelken.

“Didn't I tell you not to follow me? ”

“I did.”

The wheelchair returns to its usual wheelchair.

It wasn't filled again, and it was like a wild horse taking a short breath.

I don't know what to do with him.

Well, it's not the Wheelken that matters now.

The knight who stood in the way was a sphere and once served together in the same position.

“Mecoy.”

“Baron Fraunmut, I demand a duel. ”

It was the most ideal way to look at his position. The best thing to do is risk your life to stop it.

“Please accept my duel. Let me defend this place until I die! ”

Ah, you loyal knight.

“Me?”

Wheelken asked.

“You called me. ”

Too bad. Not here.

I asked on the horse.

“Knight McCoy, to whom do you pledge allegiance? ”

“A knight! I'm just protecting what I have to protect. ”

I don't remember Mecoy being a tightwad.

But knights are like that.

Honor, loyalty, oaths, and what must be kept.

So I liked the article, and I was sad at the same time.

“No one will cross this line until I lay you down. ”

I got off the horse with the horse. Canneruck grabbed my spear from behind and handed it to me.

“Thank you.”

I spoke up and listened to Blueish.

You're here with your weapon, whether the canoe is meticulous.

The moment you encounter him, Mecoy draws his sword.

“Ahhhh!”

I raised my spear, pulled out his sword, and revealed the serpent's tongue.

My spear skills are over sixty. At the skill level of a general knight, he was an advanced knight.

And Mecoy had to be good enough to be a planner.

Tongue!

The sword bounces off and the scepter slaps him on the shoulder.

Puck!

I narrowed the distance and kicked him in the stomach with my foot.

“Huff!"

The falling mecco didn't get up right away, and I pressed his back against my feet.

“Don't waste your life here. Knight Mecoy.”

“Kill him!”

He shouts.

“That life! ”

I cried out in anger and anger. The vise spontaneously spurted, giving rise to vigor.

I hung up and looked down, and I saw Mecoy staring at me on the floor.

His eyes saw the word "give up."

Huh, is it worth it to your servant?

I opened my mouth again.

“Don't throw your life away. Isn't loyalty also a virtue of knights? Your humble servant is your heaven? Or was the Ludwig family all yours? ”

I have a lot to say today.

“Enough. I've got the real Ludwig behind me, so you'd better leave him to it. ”

Pointing back, Whelken shrugs.

“Let's go.”

Troops are moving again. Mecoi was defeated and held his place.

He could neither hold me nor stop me, but he was stunned to see me leave.

As you rush the horse, you see the servant from afar, and you hear him screaming.

“Shit! Shit! Damn it!”

It's a damn shame.

When I felt his anger, I felt strangely comfortable inside.

It's an insult to me somehow.

“Why don't you kill him? ”

Wheelken asked.

“If you use dog poop well, it's medicine. ”

I spoke and turned.

The road to the Eighth Gate was blocked and there was only one option for the servant.

He will lead an army and behold the king. I've been trying to do that from the start, so I'm going to do it.

The foolish act of the last strap was too obvious.

And it was an opportunity for me.

“Send me a messenger. ”

“Where?”

“To the fortress of Wolves and to my land. I need to get all my articles together. ”

It was time to start a real civil war.