From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

“Hot!"

My horde of recruits stopped in place to meet.

I'll give Slity a prize when I get back.

How brutally he rolled the rookie, and the soldiers standing in front of him with shovels remained.

‘Everything will be fine except for the battle. ’

Soldiers who didn't learn tactics or weapons skills separately, but they were more orderly than any strong soldier I've ever seen.

There were no soldiers left in the yard after the march with 500 men.

It wasn't because they had excellent stamina.

It was because they were with those who told them to swear at each other and line up.

When humans reach their limit without even knowing it, they need cheering.

The Slitti Cavalry that performed the instructor's task will all give you a vacation when they return.

I'll put a lot of prizes on it.

“Let's start with the teamwork! ”

It was time for the recruits to make their first shovels towards the ground, whizzing in response to Sliti's cry.

“What are you doing! ”

There were hordes rushing towards the rising sun.

I knew it was coming, but I didn't stop it.

No matter how stupid a nobleman or lord may be, there are five hundred soldiers who suddenly appear on his land and shovel, and no one is left to watch.

Well, some of them may not even notice me right now, but the Lord of the Land doesn't seem to want to.

The horse lifted its front foot as he was riding around the horse.

One horseback riding wasn't bad, I don't know anything else.

You were good at getting off a horse, and you saw a dry, sack of swords with two old leather straps around your waist.

That's quite a sword you got there.

“What are you doing? ”

It was a calm voice for rushing in screaming.

In his early forties, he had beady eyes and was a brown-haired noble commonly seen on the central continent.

“It's too much to lead a private army, no matter how badly you order it, isn't it? ”

He said.

You look at me and you look at me and you look at me and you look sharp.

Prince of the Dead, or now King Edik Gabsch, gave me the name "The Guardian," but those who envy me behind used to call me "The Vampire Ball" or "The Killer Ball."

No, I don't suck other people's blood.

There's a killer in there.

Rumor has it that if I get it wrong, I'll kill everyone.

A nickname for defeating the baron Savannah and killing the ferryman, but it's a bit unfair to me.

“If you know who I am, why don't you tell me your name? ”

“Bird of Gloucester. ”

Bird Gloucester, the Lord is dedicated to protecting his land without entering a civil war.

"Protecting the people of my land is more important than being king! ’

When I heard his name, I remembered what he said during the civil war.

Speaking of which, the lord, who had been hiding in the territory, as a result, was right.

Maybe this part of history has changed again.

I seem to recall the Lord of the Earth was not quite as sane as he was.

I was going to leave just to do my job with ignorance or coercion.

But the moment I saw a man named Gloucester Bird, I changed my mind.

“This land, isn't it dead anyway? ”

I threw the bait.

“But we can't allow soldiers from other lands to conduct military training here. ”

Determined.

“Military training? ”

I can feel the eyes of the recruits who stopped shoveling behind me because of the commotion.

“…… Why shovel? ”

Bird of Gloucester said.

Why, they're digging.

When I was powerless and powerless, I had to think carefully and persuade interest, but things are different now.

‘A lord who cares about his land and is not lazy in his training. The attitude of worrying about the land first, not the territorial war. ’

It was a short time, but I saw his attitude and behavior, knowing that I was him, and then I opened my mouth.

He was a farmer with a sword. If I didn't know how to use a sword, I'd say he's a farmer who cares about my land.

“Don't you want to grow and grow crops on this land? ”

The reason this land became a dead land was because no crops could grow properly.

It's not very spacious, but it wouldn't feel good to have land like this on your territory.

“What are you talking about...."

The puzzled Gloucester steps back and forth, alternating shovels with his recruits.

“In two long days, I'll be gone, and after that, if you plant potatoes here, they'll grow well. So this is, uh, a deal. If you let me go, this land will be as good as farmed, and you invited me here for your land. ”

I cut all the way back and forth, but I thought about what I said.

What's there to think about? You couldn't stop me even if I did it on my own.

But it wasn't just my way of pushing. I'm not a real killer.

I was quite pleased with the first impression of interest there.

I also wanted to impress him.

“W-what do you mean? ”

His attitude changed. I smiled and replied to him.

“I'd like to see it. ”

Slythi nods as she watches you speak, and orders him to shovel again.

Puck! Puck!

It was spectacular to see 500 soldiers shoveling into one body.

The sun at noon couldn't stop their shovels.

At first, the writer stood by his unsightly face, and watched the soldiers shoveling for only a day, opening his barn and airing for food worth eating.

The soldiers move relentlessly, with the exception of eating and resting time.

A day later, it was time to come from the east.

It was about time I thought the weather would be nice too.

“Huh?"

A runaway recruit drops his shovel and retreats. It was just the way I saw it.

“Are you crazy?"

Slythy approaches from one side and tells him.

“Wait.”

I stopped Sliti and looked him in the eye.

I could see my eyes slowly bloodshot.

Even if your eyes are bloodshot from fatigue, they won't emit red light like that.

Slythi spits a few more swearing words as she slowly turns red from the white, and the soldier starts short of breathing.

Town, town, town, town.

“You little bitch! Slytheyeyeyeyeyeyeyeyyyy!"

The soldier opens his mouth between his breaths.

The pronunciation went down and the speech went long. The tip of Sliti's eyebrows pops up to see it. His neck is about to snap without even going to Digo.

The soldier picks up the shovel, and I reach my left foot forward with nothing to see, whipping my right foot.

The soldier reacts to a high kick aiming for the back of his head.

Stop him?

I saw the soldier's gesture as he held up his hand. I pushed his hand and kicked him on the back of the foot.

Boom!

"Chug!”

The soldier's pupil flips and falls flat on his head.

Digo sees it coming. Despite the rebellion of the soldiers, Digo makes an expressionless and swift move, and the soldiers retreat. You scared the shit out of me.

“Wait.”

I stopped Digo.

You may have wanted Slity torn to pieces more than a thousand times, but it wasn't this soldier's fault that it came out here.

I told the soldiers with worry.

“Stay away from me. ”

Before I finished speaking, the eyes of the soldier next to me turned pale soon.

He was a relatively slow and curious soldier. I was just watching where the red-eyed soldier was.

“Lay him down.”

I didn't need a long speech.

Digo, who approached me one day, waved his fist.

With a heavy hiss of air, the soldier can't scream, and his feet crumble off the ground.

You see two flying soldiers fall backwards.

“I warn you. You're right when you're close."

Sliti's bitten, and I'm closing in on the shovel.

It's worse than I thought.I just dug a little deeper.

Kill him!

I heard someone's voice in my head.

After that, I heard the nonsense of asking for revenge.

In my heart, I was filled with flesh that I wanted to kill all these people.

“It's noisy. ”

I muttered with my right little finger over my ear.

I can't shake my mind like this.

“What is it?”

Digo asked me to stay by my side. He was frowning a lot, too.

“Evil spirit.”

“Demons?”

Even Digo, who was not reacting to most things, was the word that made him tilt his head.

Slythe and his men took five more steps back, I said.

Yeah, don't come any closer. I don't want to knock a lot of people out.

I rub my fingers against the cracks.

The sound of killing is getting clearer.

“Shovel."

Slythi throws a shovel rolling next to her. I took it and dug a few more times.

Immediately after the soot was removed to the side, there was a deep hole in the place I had dug.

Finally, I shoved the tip of the shovel in, swung it, made the hole round and large, and looked carefully at it.

An ominous energy began to flow from the ground, even though the senses were not sensitive.

“I don't think you should touch that. My grandmother used to say," Curse away, not fight back. "”

Sapera said a long time later:

Why don't you scream from so far away?

I was right.

The curse was not a struggle, but a kind of avoidance.

Of course, when I don't know the way and direction of the curse.

It's a different story if you know it all.

Artifacts are made in a variety of ways, but the most common of them is a strong will.

In other words, it was either a principle or a wish.

Most of the great artifacts were found in dungeons and underground labyrinths.

It's an easy place to settle down.

We need to keep the forces at bay there.

For the same reason, the land speed artifact was enough to sleep.

In the thirty-nine years, a farmer accidentally discovered artifacts on this land and he became a berserker.

Thirty mercenaries died to catch a farmer who had never held a sword properly, and in the meantime, the number of people he killed became three places.

The next owner of the artifact was a mercenary on the brink of death.

The Knights had to step up to kill him.

As a lesson from the farmers, they had to lead the Berserkers thoroughly and isolate them before they started hunting.

And only after five knights died and Weiss Knight was able to defeat the Berserkers were they able to understand why the farmers and mercenaries had become like this.

Cursed artifacts.

It was a magic produced by coincidence that grew up in blood on this land.

I didn't know about this artifact in my thirty-nine years.

I just knew it was a great thing and investigated what I needed to overcome the ‘curse’.

It didn't really matter what Giant cubs were wearing.

‘I wanted to use it, so I found it. ’

In conclusion, I just realized that I couldn't use it, but I didn't think it would benefit me now.

All I knew was a clue that a farmer had found somewhere in this plains.

If I had dug up the ground all night by myself, it would have taken me a month.

It's an artifact like the ribs of a chicken that you get when you get it without being ready to use it.

“Digo, would you like to have something cool instead of a broken weapon? ”

After giving the snow snow to Lynd, Digo and everyone else envied him.

Especially Alice, who stared at the snow and tasted it.

Lind's eyes are heavy, but she doesn't let the snow out of her hands.

A good weapon is like another life, so I understood them.

“Cursed, aren't you? ”

Digo replied face-to-face.

“I think so.”

Well, you're not the type to care about that, are you?

Digo didn't care at all when he asked.

Rather, Royce looked intensely at me right next door. Son of a bitch, there's an arrow coming out of your eye.

Royse opens her eyes as hard as I can to look at him.

“What about me?”

Crazy son of a bitch. Isn't that the line from here? Aren't you worried about the real curse?

“You use a sword. ”

Royse rolls her eyes, not understanding what I'm saying. Still a grumpy face.

“I'm good with spears. ”

Shut up.

Sleeping on this land was an artifact that turned farmers and mercenaries into berserkers, and its ultimate weapon of destruction.

It suits Digo, not Royse.

“If you give it to me.”

Digo heard Royse's grumbling.

“Put your hands in. ”

Digo shoved his hand where there was no doubt about what I said.

“Feel free to have at least a knight fight in front of you. ”

In fact, the owner of this weapon is the only one who gets it later.

I tell you, Digo closes his eyes. I can see his glances twitching.

I wasn't worried.

The name of the weapon that fell asleep on the ground is Execution. A long sack on a double-edged axe.

The minimum requirement for good handling this weapon was a four-story vice knight, and a possessor of a formidable power that would not be swayed by evil spirits.

It's just like Digo's weapon, isn't it?

I wanted to give this to Digo one day when he became the vice knight.

I wanted to see Digo with his execution.

Wood Duck.

The ground cries as Digo pulls his hand. He closes his eyes, frowning, taking a single breath and inhaling.

And then let's pull it out.

Tong! Tong!

A blood-stained smoke rises from within and envelops his arm.

Wow, damn, I was surprised.

Digo opens his mouth slowly, instead of surprised.

“Shut up.”

As he looks at his arms, the soldiers, Sliti and Sapera retreat further.

I saw that glowing red smoke slowly form in front of me.

You're better than I thought.

Soon the smoke turned into the weapon I knew it would look like.

It was a weapon with a heavy feeling and ominous red glow.

This was also the cause of the curse on this land, a conceptual artifact.

“…… What is this? ”

On the verge, or from afar, Gloucester exclaims.

I wanted to be honest, but could you come a little closer?

As he frowns, he comes closer and closer.

In the meantime, Digo has been fighting with the weapon he has acquired. You think someone you don't know is crazy.

“What did you do? ”

I didn't do anything. I just found what was buried.

“It's an artifact. I'm just about to mine it. ”

I opened my mouth.

He couldn't ask for it. An ominous weapon that rises from the sight of it.

“I think you're cursed. ”

Royce, who is Sam, said.

“That's right."

I agreed to that. Digo looked at the air a few times with a weapon called ‘execution’ and ‘guillotine’ and said with a satisfied face.

“Good.”

Isn't that great?

It's all yours.

I'm not unhappy either, but weapons are my companion.

I have something else in mind.

I have a heartache about Royse.

“Now, plant some potatoes. Birch.”

I slapped Gloucester on the shoulder and said,

“I'll take all the fainted kids and go back. ”

It was another march.

I wouldn't have made a move if I was going to run and get one of these with 500 men.

The writer flinches and sends me away. Even if you want to greed, you won't even think about it if you see that weapon full of ominosity.

“…… going forward. ”

Slythy and Sapera spread their distance with Digo and soon the soldiers are on the move again.

Their gaze is not entirely off of Digo, and their feet are all walking away from Digo.

Execution was a terrifying weapon.

“Where do I go next? ”

Royse asks, "Somehow you're looking forward to it."

“The spine of God. ”

Now that you've recovered one from the ground, it's time to head into the mountains.

And I'm so sorry about Lois. Not yours again.