From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

Jax recalls his training the other day, exactly.

‘I think I'm going to throw up. ’

It was horrible. It was just horrible.

I ran, fought, walked, breathed, ate, chewed, and slept.

It was all about training.

Pak.

As soon as he hears a thumping sound, Jax breaks his head.

The blade reflects the sunlight and grazes the ball portion of the helmet.

From the inside of the helmet, the sound hits your ear.

With his head shaken, Jax strikes the hammer in his hand up and down, just as he was trained.

The target is bitten from behind.

He wasn't deaf. Jax doesn't want to know what the visitor gap looks like.

Enemies, deaf or not.

He pushes his shoulders forward, taking a step forward towards the one who retreats, just as he practiced.

Puck!

“Huge!"

The man in the chest stabs you in the shoulder with an elbow. There's no way I'm shutting it down.

Although streamlined, I put metal plate armor on top of leather armor at every important point.

The man with the elbow is more perplexed.

In the gap, Jax swings his hammer across.

Phew! A species made of human skull could not withstand a hammer.

Bribery and blood spattered.

Jax wipes the blood off the helmet with his bare hands.

“Damn you. ”

He kicks your shin as you die. Thanks to you, the iron plate was pushed.

Loosely tied?

Jax nods for a moment and adjusts his twisted armor.

And when he raised his head again, most of the humans in the green eyes were dead.

It was a victory, but I wasn't very happy.

‘The king is a conqueror. ’

“Tsk."

He spits up his visor. You see the body lying next to you.

I don't remember the name. But I knew who it was. He was a trained unit together.

And he was a Dozensmith like himself.

“A great victory!”

Someone shouts and the heat of battle stirs them up.

But Jax did not shout.

Victory or defeat, a man dies. It was the truth.

* * *

“There are still issues with fraud. ”

Lind said it's been four days since the war began.

The Nymph battalion launches an ambush.

The bypass was blocked by Murdock, and he dispatched a squad of Ravens. The battle continues and we are victorious.

“Ulnovan and the walls, two knights held the line, and through this bypass, an army of heavy infantry crushed the enemy."

Lind looks at me, simply reciting the truth while looking at the map.

He repeated the same thing.

“There are still issues with fraud. ”

What should I care most about before the war? What is the first thing a commander should do?

We have to give the soldier a reason to fight.

Excuses, excuses, and excuses.

And now there was no reason for the allies.

I am not the leader of any conquest, nor the fertile land of the North.

Where is the reason for occupying the land? The land had to be worth it.

There were no chairs in the tent as a strategic command center. I stood up and looked at the map.

Not all roads are blocked. ’

And the elf army didn't even start a real battle. Is this all Angling has to offer?

I recited it to myself.

Angling, you're not such a jerk. ’

Show your expectations. You are originally an exceptional person.

Do people who are the first on the continent abandon their greatest advantage because of a small force to defeat their opponent?

No chin.

Lynd's point was right. I had to morale up the soldiers.

To do that, I needed a reason to fight.

So give it to me quickly. Reason to fight.

“Messenger! Messenger! ”

You hear the sound coming from outside the tent, and the ears of those in the command stand wide.

Royse and Hülken guard the Knights outside, and Jenryd leaves for a private retreat.

And Alice followed him.

All that was left was Lynd, me, Digo, and Canneruck. Anyway, the ears of the rest of them stand still.

Yeah, it's about time. I listened to the messenger's urgent screams and urgent footsteps and asked for a smile without even knowing it.

I turned my gaze and met Canneruck's eyes.

He blinks.

Why are you laughing in this situation?

He asked with his eyes.

Why are you laughing? You're smiling.

I waged the fight, but I had no cause. The reason had to be given by the opponent.

“Bring it in."

A messenger came in and relayed the message.

After the report, Canneruck's complexion darkens in an instant.

“Now!"

"No."

I said instead of the excited canoe.

“Tell the allies. The enemy was already on the ground a year ago, and I recite the number of assassins I've sent so far. And we are.”

I hung up and looked around the crowd. Cannerpower was busy figuring out the truth and circumstances of what I had said, and Lynd laughed.

When I looked up, Lind was a horse.

“Prevent the advance of the North to enslave the entire central continent through the South Sea. Listen to the sword of the one who wants to be a hero. ”

Lind was the horse instead of me.

Canneruck's face is puzzled with embarrassment.

Does this make any sense? He was speaking with his face.

It's a long way to go.

“Is that what the Northern Empire says? ”

Canneruck asked.

“Yes.”

I nodded. Of course it's just me. But Lind and Grafe also agreed.

You've been crying all night out there.

* * *

“Why fight? ”

Grafe notices that his expression is distorted, but his contact doesn't hide the pain because he knows he won't care about his face.

Thanks to the fixed armor called the assist machine, it was hard to walk for several hours a day while sweating red.

But I walked.

Chris moves a little faster. Grapefruit's too fast to follow.

Soon he got his pace right.

And then he answered the question.

“I hate the deadbeat. ”

“Why are they sending assassins? ”

“The King in the North is crazy. He wants to be a tailor for the world. ”

“War eventually causes casualties. War is not about production, it's about costly activity. ”

The Lord nodded.

“I think an attack is better than a defense. Defenses require unnecessary damage. Especially not this time. ”

I couldn't communicate. But I heard everything I needed to say.

The lead answer is finished.

“A war without a cause cannot be won. ”

I got to the point.

“Then let's make an excuse. ”

The snow no longer falls. As I walked along the branches of the spreading branch, I felt the warm air.

I got sweaty and rolled up my chin. Chris' pace was again a little faster. I walked without any time to clean.

Grafe opens his mouth again.

“Murder without evidence is innocent. ”

‘The opponent will go to war. After you wake up, you'll be late if you fight. ’

‘We will strike before the enemy hits. ’

‘Fighting on your land will result in greater damage to the spent war. So let's fight on enemy land. ’

It was said with confidence that the Lord knew their methods.

Of course he believed him.

But what about the others?

Soldier? Who lives on this land?

There is no one who loves a monarch who serves war.

Even a farmer with a lifetime of land knows peace is better than war.

That's why Grape said the reason.

“The evidence will be given to you by someone else. ”

The Lord said, Grafe nods.

He's a martyr, soldier.

If the Lord has chosen it, it is his duty to do what is best for him. And he wanted to do that.

I wanted to give this man a deep grudge.

“I want to make people live like people. ”

His grumbling was simple, small and metaphysical.

What is it about being human?

What makes a person human?

Of course, the Lord had firm standards.

“Nobles are people who eat rust in a country. Therefore, you must be responsible for those under you. The king is responsible for both the nobles and the people. Farmers work in the land. Fishermen take the boat. Kings rule kingdoms. ”

Graphe swore an oath to live to fulfill the Lord's will.

I haven't told anyone and I won't tell anyone, but I will, because I've decided to.

‘Of course.'

Grafe thought about the war.

You just need to change the order. Basically, the cause first, the war later.

But here, the war comes first, the cause comes later.

Grape asked himself:

Is that possible? ’

If that's not possible, make it so. However, the Lord did not allow him to see the damage while creating the situation.

“Glug.”

Looking at the foam, the elf at the door lowers his hand.

“Enough.”

The five arrows in your body became a sure death tool.

Tequila buzzes by your side.

“You swallowed a squad. ”

Instead of agreeing with him, Grafe raises his hand again to the quartermaster's fifty.

Angling is the duc's price.

His specialty is assassination and peacekeeping.

Among them, I was skilled at making the loss of enemy battles.

The main power couldn't have just left the place empty. Vengeance will surely strike this way.

That certainty became reality.

A unit of elves, a human classification, three white force forces have crossed the territory.

What they want is to cause unilateral damage, combat, and assassination of key people, including themselves.

The assassin has just been killed by fifty shooters. It was the third.

Of course, Grafe had no troops to welcome the remaining three white men.

Some techies, some garrison guards, and fifty shooters.

With this, I could never stop three hundred fairy warriors. As they move in small quantities, they shake up their territory.

It wasn't all-out war.

So Grape used a different method. A knight flying a red cloak across from Grafe approaches.

Chug Chug.

You hear the sound of his iron boots treading the ground. He approaches and asks Grafe.

“What should I call you? ”

The knight was a commander who slaughtered three hundred fairy warriors behind his back.

Vise Night was blocked by fire and technology, and everyone else was fighting them.

“Chancellor.”

Grafe replied.

“Chancellor Graphe, we have come to the army at the king's command. ”

The battle was already over.

It was too late to say hello, but I don't know what that has to do with anything.

It was already after everything had been done.

It was imperative that the emergence of Sercado, the strongest force raised during the civil war, and the Knights of the Red Cloak.

“Thank you for taking the difficult steps. ”

“I tried to make contact with some of my enemies on the way here, but they didn't respond. ”

I would have hit you as soon as I saw you. He said:

“I am aware of the dangers of my allies, and have entered individual combat situations. ”

“Yes."

“That's more than enough.”

"I see."

That was the end of the conversation. Grafe is aware of the dangers of the Prawnmund Republic and has documented that he has undertaken a difficult defense operation.

The messenger already ran as soon as he found the Elf Warrior troops, so he should have arrived by now.

* * *

“Damn it.”

Jax hears from the messenger. His king announced everything without subtraction.

“If you're worried about your aunt at home, go back. I won't stop you.”

And he called for desertion.

He was the Mad King.

An army of fairies ambushes you every night, but you are not defeated.

But they did something else.

Instead of the troops tied up here, I targeted their families. It was an invasion of the mainland.

It was a blue dawn. That morning, the king stood to deliver the messenger's message.

A crude statue made of dirt instead of a nice statue rests on his feet.

It wasn't a bloody battle.

But Jax's heart beats strangely.

“Bastards.”

Bad habits come from childhood because they curse.

“If you can go back and protect it, so be it. ”

The king says, "You speak lightly, but the weight of the words is not lighter."

Boom.

Chris Fraunmoont rolls his feet on a pile of rubble.

“Do you want to see them come into your kitchen, stab a kid, cut his wife, cut his husband's throat?"

The king seemed angry.

“You like that? Fuck, you know what those bastards want? ”

What is the purpose of the nobleman?

Why did they send assassins? Why fight?

He said we shouldn't let humans be united.

Bunch of Humans are scary. The nobles have killed the intrigue.

I couldn't believe it, but I could.

In fact, it happened right in front of him.

“Let's fight.”

The king said.

“Let's win.”

The king said.

“Let's go back alive. ”

The king said.

Jax grunts and grips a burning fist without even knowing it.

“Wooooooo!”

“Heroes of War! ”

For the first time since the battle began, an ally's morale pierces the sky.

Jax feels his body rising in the air. Excitement eroded the whole body.

“Let's wipe it out. ”

The white captain spoke to me and ran. The morning was human time.

It was the start of another battle.

* * *

Lind said with her own eyes. It's too much.

Why are you so excited?

Isn't this all part of the play?

It was a play. It was a play.

But I was angry.

If I hadn't anticipated this, your family, grafe, tequila, and more would have died.

Well, he could have died before that.

The killing would have continued for no reason. Will the sin of the man who tried to do that stop it from happening disappear?

“I want to kill them all. ”

I speak plainly, but the flesh is overwhelming. I pressed it.

If you want to fight, I'll do it. I'll fight and fight again.

If that's what you want, we'll fight our way out of hell.

“Advance to the front. ”

I told you, an enthusiastic army advances.