From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

There was a cloud over my head. Soon, white crystals that did not fit among the clouds fell.

The snow rushes to one side in a cool breeze. I could see the falling snow particles getting thicker and thicker.

The sunlight showed off its existence through the clouds.

Soon, the black cloud hid the existence of the sun again.

“It's snowing. ”

Canneruck said.

He followed me about a step and a half behind me on my left.

Cannerucks hold a black scaffold with their left hand and their right hand lies comfortably down.

A great sword pose.

You clearly show your willingness to draw your sword and dance with it.

“I want to live. ”

Canneruck said.

“Who's gonna kill you? ”

“Life expectancy seems to be decreasing just by going out like this. ”

“It's better to fight for what you've done, right? ”

“I don't want to agree, yes. That's right."

I took the dagger out of my armor, measuring the distance appropriately.

Chang!

Canneruck looks at me and draws his sword.

“Raid? Assassination? Poison?”

“.. shave. ”

I spoke and pulled out another dagger. I was determined to use one bag as a mirror to shine a light on my face and slant against my chin.

“Shaving? That's not the name of any fairy squad...... ”

You're a little nervous, aren't you?

I'm sorry, I didn't have a choice.

Bringing Digo in is like asking for a fight, and you can't bring another vice knight.

That's the expression of your willingness to kill anyone who tries to misbehave with me.

The number of performers was two, the one handling the vice was limited to one meeting.

Since I was the vice knight, the other one had to be one of my knights.

That's why I chose Canneruck.

Ugh.

The blade is sharp. The thick, short beard falls to the floor.

When the wind blows, the beard is scattered and mixed with snow, and I can't see it immediately.

With the dagger and the molten copper around it, you step forward, and see two shadows of the opposing team walking between your eyes.

It was too crude a place for a meeting with someone in charge of a powerful army.

There were no tables or chairs, let alone a warm car. So I met four people on the plains.

“Is that you?"

A middle-aged man flashing green eyes asked. She was a Middle Eastern woman, proving that she was a human with fairy blood in her veins.

I opened my mouth, facing him.

“Am I better? ”

It wasn't a question to him, it was a question to Canneruck.

“What's that? ”

Canneruck gives up his tension. I could easily do that if I thought rationally.

I am Weiss Knight, and once I was threatened, Canneruck had very limited means of doing so. Therefore, the tension I had was just consuming my mind.

“Face."

Canneruck carefully looks back at me and replies.

“A vote for youth. ”

I raised my jaw. Son, I'm better.

Angling's appearance was also surprising. It was a face that seemed to receive the love of a woman or man who was twisted with fairy beauty and human vigor.

“You're a madman. ”

The elf standing right next to him says, It was a rare white-haired fairy.

Unlike what he said, his attitude only surprised me. He seemed genuinely impressed.

“You're crazy. Have you come all the way here? ”

It was Central Continental, but it was quite an old-fashioned tone. It means that learning a horse is old, so unlike firm skin, it will sound like you are quite old.

‘An elderly nobleman. ’

I put his information in my head and asked.

“Who?”

“Holling Mailland. ”

Angling answers. I scour the elf, Holing, from head to toe.

I told you to bring me the vice knight, but you brought me a fairy without vice.

Holling was a filthy old nobleman with no vice.

But if he's going to escort him....

“Anything other than your name? ”

“I'll trade you one by one. ”

“What?”

“Question."

I nod with a smile.

It seemed like a fun conversation.

Just a few hours ago, when a fairy stepped forward and asked for a meeting, everyone lost their horses in a panic.

What's with all the conferences in the military?

With only the process of killing and killing each other, the conversation was meaningless. At least that's what I thought.

Yet, Angling asked for this.

Half were curious and half wanted, so I accepted this meeting.

Standing beside him, Canneruck, aiming for a fairy named Holling Melland, said no to the meeting itself.

“If an accident occurs, the damages cannot be expressed verbally. ”

Canneruck was right because there was no equivalent exchange.

I'm the king, and the enemy is just an old ghost, living for a long time.

And the reactions of the other commandos, except Canneruck, were of no concern.

“Should I go and kill them all? ”

Alice and Royce had a unified opinion, and Jen Reed quietly said that the seat next to me belongs to her.

Digo says that and Whelken dozes off.

Oh, my lovely crazy knights.

I stopped thinking and looked at Angling. He was staring at me.

“Go ahead. ”

I yield the player to the other.

“What did you eat? ”

Angling asked.

I had a soft smile on the question that sounded like I was asking for breakfast this morning.

“Isn't it natural that improvements can be made since you've informed the EightMoon? ”

Missing important words, but no awkwardness.

You make it by grinding plants and herbs, right? I mix dried meat powder in it and drink it.

Ansing nods and asks again.

“Get rid of the supplies? ”

Son of a bitch, he's trying to figure out the pathology.

“That's the question, right? ”

The ghost old man shakes his head. You sly bastard.

“What's the name of his unit? ”

I raised my finger and pointed to a deadbeat boasting the plump skin of a white hair.

“Fruity rock squad. ”

I didn't know all the forces of the North Empire. However, there were a few things I knew.

I don't know the name, but I do know how they name their unit, and I do know that some of them are unusual.

“The name of your unit is strange. ”

“That's none of your business. ”

I nodded.

“How did you deal with the ambush troops? ”

“I fought hard. ”

Hey, that's cheating. You don't want to tell me what you're doing with a barnyard pebble or something?

But you want me to tell you about our power?

I laughed. Angling laughed.

After that, a few questions came up. The answer was short and sometimes the question was shorter.

How did you tear down the forest?

I've been a forest keeper for a year.

Angling asked me what I did when I got here, and I replied.

It started as a munitions depot and has been beaten to a pulp by Ansing.

He laughs loudly when he hears it all. The laughter echoes loudly.

“Shut up.”

I gave him a pinky glass, and he smiled and wiped off his tears.

“Oh, I've never been like this before. Three of my daughters are dead. ”

“You don't have a son? ”

“Nothing.”

It was the last damn conversation. Ansing stood up without saying hello.

Then I twisted and spun, and I stumbled.

Looking over his back, Canneruck chases after Hencing's back with his eyes wide open.

Holling Mailland followed and turned to me. He looks at me and opens his mouth.

It was a silent mouth.

‘I'm looking forward to it. ’

This must be some kind of battle-hungry acolyte.

I grabbed her ear and pulled her down. It was the best I could do with a gesture for a fairy.

Rather than walking around with those ears, I told him to rip them off.

In human insult, it was like saying to a man, "Break two eggs of fire that are important to him," and to a woman, "Lay down your evil face."

Well, since it's a different species, there can't be an insult of exactly the same meaning.

“Follow me. ”

Canneruck looks at me and quickly imitates me.

Holding's feet stop watching it. Standing tall, he turns to look at me and the canoe.

“I remembered.”

You feel a cold but sharp, fairy-like resected rage.

“What is this? ”

After he sneaks away, Canneruck bites with suspicious eyes.

“It's like a parent's curse. ”

“…… Why did you tell me to do it? ”

“Get on the pill. ”

I heard the Cannerruck follow me and say the Wheelken is better.

I heard he followed me here and got shot by a weirdo.

Grow a liver, kid.

Canneruck walks behind you and asks.

“Why are you having this conversation? ”

“Just tell me what you understand. ”

“It's slander, curiosity, measurement. ”

Canneruck gives me a nod. The opponent tries to appraise me, but in the meantime, he meets his curiosity and flinches.

It was also a thoughtful taunt.

Bringing in a nobleman who doesn't deal with vices was like saying I'm not afraid.

Because I didn't want to see it, I blew it.

This is the purpose of this meeting, which is publicly identifiable.

Of course, the real purpose was elsewhere.

“Cut off the tail. ”

All Angling wants is time.

He didn't want the battle to go on long.

I thought it was funny. This was their land, and the downpour proved that this climate was detrimental to humans.

Fairy body temperature is significantly lower than humans. That's why the resistance to withstand the cold was different.

The longer the battle, the more disadvantageous we are.

However, the enemy attempts to end the battle quickly.

‘No, that's not it. ’

It could have been the other way around.

Let's fight. It could be pulling a knife to fight for real.

I mean, I didn't come all this way to fight like a fool.

I remembered the face of the vengeful smile.

Suddenly turning around means we've already bought ourselves enough time, and then what?

I recalled Angling's attitude, speech, everything.

‘You're excited.'

Did Angling look at me and think of the enemy?

Oh, I'm a little sorry.

I'm not your opponent.

“Cut his tail off. ”

Canneruck looks back. The elf's army does not budge.

“Bypass?”

“No, allies. ”

I corrected Canneruck's words.

* * *

“I can't wait to see if it's true. Will you help me?”

“War compels judgment. And I made a decision. ”

The king said in succession, and he couldn't resist.

With a clear reality in front of him, he decided to fulfill his duty.

Dr. Park.

“There really isn't. ”

A middle-aged man straps his butt to a skyscraping rock in the report of a returning scout.

“I'm getting old, so I can barely walk. ”

The scout blinks.

“Let's say we rest. ”

“Oh, yes. ”

A commander with a thoracic incisor approaches.

“I'm surprised you say that to a soldier who knows nothing. ”

“Surprise or not. ”

The middle-aged head holding the spear was white. No matter how good I looked, I was rested.

“You say Abel the Spear is tired. ”

Abel turns away from the talking commander and closes his eyes while sitting on the rock.

I needed some quiet time.

The commander shrugs and leaves.

There were many names for him, the King of Spears, the Guardian of Kings, and the Unmanned Man who scourged the continent with a single spear.

But everyone who was close to him called him a different word.

Stubborn old man.

The commander's quick surrender was an act of experience.

As he leaves, Abel takes a silent inhale and exhales.

I remembered it in one breath and erased it. The most recent memory was a dialogue with the king.

“I want to stop him. ”

The king expressed his hope, and Abel agreed.

Why did I agree?

Abel was a man who was honest with himself. His spear stops growing.

I knew why it stopped. In Tegis, he was already like a king.

No one dueled with themselves. It was filled only with those who wanted to be taught.

Boring bastards.

But what about Sergado, or now Fraunmut?

Chris, Whelken, Digo, Lois, Alice, Jen Reed.

At least those six will never back down against themselves.

They will want to fight. I'll bet my life on it.

It's a fight where blood splatters and bones break. A battle of heartbeat and bloodshed awaits.

External reasons were also sufficient.

Military forces threatening the peace of the central continent.

The king was worried about it, and Abel was able to satisfy his greed.

The result was here.

The Tesseract enters the North Forest.

The watchman does not stop them, as promised. Instead, he just led the way.

Abel didn't even care about the mess. He did not take command of the troops, and instead, he was joined by the Knights of the Sky, whom Tegis boasts.

“We have to go now. ”

A long time after the commander left. Someone else approaches Abel, closing his eyes, picking his breath and grooming himself.

He was the owner of a dark silver armor. He was also the man in charge of the Knights of the Sky.

The eagle symbol on his chest catches my eye.

“Yes, we should go. ”

Abel doesn't show his excitement from the outside. He had his heart set on everything.

I'll show you later. I wanted to save a handful of strength.

Where they were headed was beyond the North Forest.

To cut his tail off, as Chris guessed.

In other words, the tails were removed and ultimately the Fraunmund siege.

They moved on to it.