From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

Earl Ludwig's army is an elite among the elite.

Serca was the most powerful soldier I've ever had, so no one could vomit.

They were at the forefront of the war against PalmMoon and had always fought for their lives.

No commanders, no soldiers.

They used to show off their dances one by one in the life of Earl Van Ludwig.

They have become a wandering army, driven by defeat.

I wanted the servant to leave Ludwig's estate and move on.

He moved as I wished.

First, I wanted him to run through the battlefield and influence the outcome.

At this moment, I wanted you to bring me the defeated commanders and soldiers.

I heard about it in my previous life and experienced it in my life.

Earl Ludwig's army is rough, but it's a gathering place for men who know how to fight.

Who stopped the elite soldiers from doing anything about Armaan?

Did I stop him by myself?

No one would think that the song of the bard praising me would be all.

It was because of the history of stopping 2,000 with four and being able to defend it by the walls of the intangible wall beside Earl Ludwig.

I saw that Elite Soldier's morale was insufficient to level the ground before I entered his barracks.

If we fight the Marines, we will be exterminated.

This army was weak enough.

I wish I could, but you don't look so good.

So, you son of a bitch, what have you done with this army?

“It's been a while.”

The moment I raise one hand to greet him, the tip of his brows rises up.

The dirt alone was inevitable from his eyes.

“Ow! Ow!”

In the meantime, you have a habit of stuttering, Earl Ludwig.

“Jodfil! It's him! ”

Standing right next to you, the knight with the long scar on his face doesn't even know what he's talking about, but he pulls out his sword in a reflexive fashion.

Chang!

In the barracks, there was a commotion.

The white commander who brought me was surprised, and Jodfil drew his sword. The servant raises his finger and trembles.

The rest of the humans were blinking at what was happening.

“Axe."

My knight, nicknamed, put his hand inside the cloak and took it away.

Two axes protrude out of the wobbly cloak.

Jenryd leaps forward to Jodfil without hesitation.

In just two steps, he slaps the axe from top to bottom.

“Kill him!”

The sound of the servant's shout echoes through the barracks.

The guard who was about to enter from the barracks did not come within a step.

Suddenly, Whelken grabs his sword and blocks the place.

Wheelken was a monster who could face the Clockwork alone if it stuck one-on-one on a dead end.

Yonker's coming in.

Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!

Oh, Jodfield.

Your servant is trustworthy.

He has averted Jenryd's attack four times.

Then the blade snaps and the throat is slit by the next Jenryd strike.

The decapitated neck spun around with blood and fell to the ground.

“Yi, Yi. ”

The servant cannot open his mouth. I slowly approached him.

It's overwhelming.

Along the way, Ludwig's heirlooms, who were guarding his back, retreated.

No one stepped forward to protect him.

One head rolling the floor, blood everywhere, and a defeated monarch.

This is the consequence of following your servant.

It's overwhelming.

Let's get close enough.

You bastard!

The servant pulls out his sword, as if it were the last move.

There was nothing to avoid. I struck the sword with the back of my hand in the gauntlet.

Tongue!

You twist and snap, holding the unbalanced servant's wrist.

Win.

“Ahhhh!”

The servant with a broken wrist screams.

It was an honest scream.

Behind the scenes is Ludwig family tradition.

Of course, I didn't let him live because he was a tradition of the Earl.

It was not a complicated calculation.

There were two ways for Whelken to take over Ludwig Street perfectly.

One is to overwhelm them with strength.

It is imperative to see blood. Whether Hülken dies or Servant dies, Earl Ludwig is divided.

It was natural that there would be a fight.

I mean, if the servants had died back then, they would have.

The nobles of a country must have followed them because their servants had tradition.

Funny sound.

I'm guessing their inner selves. The servant attended the king.

If he succeeds, it will be a reformation.

I bet you got a few knights in there.

That Jodfill with his head cut off must be the commanding officer in charge of the troops.

If, of course, the Servant becomes King.

“Ugh."

My servant looks at me with tears of pain. I looked at him indifferently.

The atmosphere was strange.

Those who seemed to lay down their lives for the servants didn't open their mouths to see if the situation was over.

Zec.

You hear Jenryd wiping the bloody axe right next to you.

Wheelken folds his arms and stands at the entrance of the barracks.

If I wanted to, I could exterminate the people here.

Of course, I didn't have to kill one.

I lived my life.

“Save me, save me. ”

The servant is not a loose cannon. He begged for his life when he saw me.

The look on Whelken's face changed horribly.

“Don't beg for your life. Your humble servant.”

“Hülken, we are not brothers. I'm very useful. If you want, you can..."

I made my first move before Wheelken could use his hands.

Puck.

Jodfil's broken half sword is lodged in his servant's neck.

“Glug-ug-ug!”

He rubs a bubble and buries his head into the ground.

“No. Your humble servant is wrong. ”

Not the Fountain, but Orloth himself.

He said there was no son of a bitch under his father like a tiger, but he was less than a dog.

If he had not been blinded by the fact that Earl Van Ludwig was related, he would never have given the Earl's throne to his servant.

“Don't let the hero of the wall despise you. ”

I muttered.

I kept him alive until now, but I couldn't.

From now on, it is a burden and a stumbling block.

Without my servant, I could get what I wanted.

‘The eyes. ’

What's happening there?

The troops are not moved organically, even in the event of a behind-the-scenes assault.

No knight enters the tent.

‘There's no hope. ’

Strong Soldiers who fought the strong Soldiers of Armstrong, but didn't give up, are defeated again and again.

No one in the world wants to die, and no commander wants to lose again.

They lost their target. Earl Ludwig's army has become the ship that lost its helmet.

“... What are you doing? ”

I asked him because his face looked familiar.

“Do you know Slity? ”

“A child.”

“Thanks to you. ”

I spoke and went out of the barracks.

It's absurd.

Even if the morale is low, it's only this level of troops.

I'm annoyed. Where are the men who fought with me at Eighth Gate?

Those who guarded the front lines and formed intangible walls were not here.

That made me irritated.

The more annoyed I was, the more I smiled at my face.

I threw the servant's body in front of them. The breathless servant's body falters and lies flat on the floor.

No one couldn't identify the body.

Ludwig, a servant of the Ludwig family, died.

“How dare you!”

Some knights open their eyes and shout.

I shaved my hair and wiped my face with a towel soaked in water from Jenryd's back.

Then I opened my mouth.

“Anyway, did you enjoy the battlefield? ”

The voice of the vice spreads throughout the army.

I smiled deeply in front of him.

Oh, I'm annoyed. Really.

* * *

Gediane Davau was the current head of the Ludwig Knights.

The former commander was last with Earl van Ludwig.

‘It's stupid. ’

I understood that even though I thought the Master's death was foolish.

He was the Lord I wanted to risk my life to be with.

Van Ludwig was like that.

But what about the servants?

‘Defeat.’

That wasn't a fight.

I ran away, so I didn't have a fight in the first place.

“The opponent has no vice knights. I'm excited.”

The servant ignores Gedians' opinion.

“Don't be ridiculous. What if he comes to us with a fight knight? Will you stop him? ”

Ha, you're not praying.

He is a knight. He holds his sword to fight and defend, not just to flee.

But the servant did not give it a chance.

“It would have been better to remain by Lord Hulken's side. ”

One of the knights mutters in frustration.

“Keep making fun of that mouth if you want to die. ”

The knight says that his face is blue and he can't open his mouth any more.

But they all thought the same thing.

‘If you think about it, there was no Earl when we fought the Eidmoons. ’

The hero at that time was Baron Fraunmund.

And the man who fought in the unseen was Sir Whelken Ludwig.

Gedians knew that, but now they can't turn back.

The choice is over.

They couldn't go back.

‘I'd rather die fighting. ’

Gedians really thought so.

The Byzayne was defeated by the Imperial Army and chased by the Duke.

Ludwig Strong Soldier deals with the arm gate and only runs away again, losing again.

The Servant was the worst as a commander.

The current situation is too harsh for ordinary people to bear.

It was in the middle of a civil war.

While Ludwig's army became a mop of disparity, the lowlifes did not take care of them.

But I couldn't help it.

‘I have no choice. ’

Even if I couldn't put a name in history, I had to end up here.

Gedians and others chose the underlings.

As long as he was alive, he was Earl Ludwig.

And as long as he was alive, the Gedians were knights sworn allegiance to him.

“Did you enjoy the battlefield? ”

The servant is dead.

lying on the ground dead.

I saw a knight cracking his head open in front of him. You can see his face as the dust scatters and wipes his face with a towel.

I was a handsome man who seemed to clear his eyes when I saw him.

It was the Baron Fraunmut, a man who scattered dark blue hair.

Next to him, I saw a knight with red hair.

Hülken Ludwig.

I can see the Earl's scabbard behind them, who won't say a word.

‘Ha, so chatty and still a statue. ’

No one thought it mattered who killed the servant.

He was better off dead.

However, I could not avoid that death.

Gedians had to. So I closed my eyes and was about to order an attack.

“Ludwig's army has been defeated so many times, I never thought I'd see something like this in my life. Can't you at least imagine when Earl Van Ludwig was alive? ”

“Right now, that unit is weak. My axe is enough. ”

I heard Baron Fraunmut speak and hear him become a clumsy man beside him.

The words spill blood on Gedians' foreheads.

“Excuse me?”

Even if they are vice knights, this place cannot survive amidst the enemy.

Of course, this side would have to take that kind of damage.

“Do you want to die? ”

Gedians step forward.

“Dangerous. ”

The men draw them away from you, but Gedians scatter their hands.

“Let go. Would you make me a coward? ”

That said they couldn't hold him back.

“No, that's what I want to ask you. ”

Baron Fraunmut looks him straight in the eye and says,

“What do you mean? ”

“Ha.”

Baron Fraunmut gives a deep smile and rolls his feet.

Boom!

The earth is ripping apart.

“Earl Ludwig's army was a wall against the armory, Sercado's fence! And now look at you! ”

Your voice is sharp as a scabbard in your heart.

A smile was wiped from his face.

“You can call this Earl Ludwig's army! Are these the men I fought with? ”

It was because of Jenryd that Gedians made their move, but his eyes do not stray from the baron.

I wanted to open my mouth, but the moment the baron's eyes touched him, I couldn't.

His eyes were filled with contempt and condemnation.

The moment she saw the anger inside, she wanted to hide in the rat hole.

“Is this the only place you've reached where you've been defeated by the royal army and evaded the duc army? You can't fight face-to-face, so the Duke has to run an empty house? Bite your tongues and die. None of the bravest soldiers I know are here. ”

Gedians wanted to bow down before the baroness.

“Gediane Davau! ”

He calls out his name.

I couldn't even see what was happening around me. Gedians eyes are full of barons and giants.

“Is this the kind of battlefield you want? Oh, did you want to die? ”

The moment I made fun of him, a spark rose from my heart.

The intangible thread tied around him was untied.

Chang!

Gedians draw their swords.

“I, Gediane Davau, do not save lives! If you give me the battlefield, I will show you the bravest raid of all! ”

Gedians are confident. His knights were not so weak.

The baron takes his eyes off the Gedians and looks around the crowd.

“Ludwig, the servant, is dead. Whoever killed you, now let's lay down our lives for a ghost that's not alive. I will accept that fight alone. ”

Until then, one of the shopkeepers who kept his mouth shut asked.

“Why, why, not Lord Whelken, but you? ”

Then Wheelken opened his mouth.

He draws his sword, spins it around, and sticks it to the ground, saying,

“I, Hülken Ludwig, serve the Lord as a knight. ”

You don't have to tell anyone.

Baron Fraunmut said again to the crowd, as if it didn't matter what he said.

“I'll let you stand on the battlefield. I'll let you fight. I'll make sure you don't get killed. I'll let you fight a real battle. ”

In a word, he said, the whole truth.

“And instead of the dead servant here, there is an heir to Earl Van Ludwig's blood. I won't ask you to fight for me. ”

Behind Baron Chris Fraunmoont, the sun shines.

He looks like he's got a glow on his face behind the sunset.

“Fight for you. At least don't be a runaway idiot. And become the sword that will end the civil war that will drive the country to ruin. If you do so, I will stand in front of you and greet your enemies before anyone else. ”

Baron Fraunmuted for a moment.

“Earl Ludwig is the wall that guards the country, not the sword that wrecks his ship. ”

* * *

The first thing I said was that he was a familiar face.

One day, he was the one who looked at me in the 7th Infantry and called me the Milkman.

It was a face I will never forget.

I was going to find it someday and play it cool.

“If it's all right with you, take it. ”

The soldier was just the beginning.

Defender of the Wall.

That is the last pride of Earl Ludwig's army.

The Earl's indiscretion, bloodline, and nothing to compare it to.

They're soldiers protecting our country, knights.

The Earl Army was a great soldier and knight who guarded people on this continent until the end.

I cared for them, and I meant it.

“Knight Gediane Dabau, I want to live as a Guardian of the Wall, even if I insult others with a renegade knight in the future. ”

The commander kneels.

And all of Earl Ludwig's forces kneel before me.

They didn't cheer, they didn't associate my name.

I just secretly thought of my duty.

They were defenders of the country, not blades that sailed through their ships.

“Fulfill the duties of the walls. ”

I muttered so.

And on that day, I placed 500 horsemen under the command of the 5,000 strong soldiers originally owned by the servants.

Desillo and the Whistleblower created a new force with Decillo's military and knight-grade force.