Price of Management

Patrick sprints from the lead of the Condol Cavalry and picks up Bastard Sword.

Paaaaaahhhh!

To wield the sword.

The errands that were flowing like ashtrays coalesced into one another, forming a shape that resembled a sword.

It was a glorious error blade.

“Oh, come Blade? ”

“Master!”

“No way! Master?!"

The Horn Empire has begun to quake. The cavalry marches fearlessly towards the Condol Cavalry.

All existing error masters were widely known in the world. But there was a new error master appearing, and it was a completely different shock to have such a presence in front of your eyes.

Patrick swings his blade as hard as he can. It was a show-off.

Kuaang!

The shocking shockwaves hit the head of the Horn Empire's headquarters. Dozens of mounted soldiers died from a single sword strike or camels.

“Hiya!”

“No, that's ridiculous...! ”

“Everyone will die! ”

“How can I fight a monster like that?! ”

Patrick's first blow with a lot of power comes in great effect. A horde of brave nomadic warriors from the Horn Empire started scattering all over the place, unable to attack the Condol Cavalry. Being brave didn't mean I wanted to die. No one wanted to lay down their lives like an egg on a rock.

“Charge!”

Patrick lunges forward screaming.

The effect of preemptive pressure was very successful.

The disadvantage is that nomadic warriors, which make up most of the Horn Empire cavalry, are brave, but unfaithful. Instead of loyalty to the Imperial Court, the individual's desire to take part in the Conquest War was preceded.

Can they come at the master so recklessly?

Of course not.

As Patrick sprints, the Horn Empire retreats to the left and to the right, even if it makes way.

The Concord Cavalry following Patrick has become a huge trench and has begun to split the Baron Jakal into two. At the sharp end of the pickle is Baron Zakal, the commander.

Am I dreaming? ’

Baron Zakkal stares at the battlefield dazed.

Patrick Condol is racing to slaughter the soldiers like a leaf.

Aim straight at yourself.

There was no such concept in his head. What was happening in front of me was so unrealistic that I couldn't understand the situation properly.

"The Error Master"? Patrick Condol found out I'm the master and that I'm going to die today? ’

That's ridiculous.

I couldn't believe it even though I watched it with my own eyes.

If you were a master in the first place, then why didn't you just present yourself with that kind of authority?

Then the conclusion was that Patrick Condol had become a master here to gain enlightenment. That's all I could think about.

‘It's like a legendary tale. ’

Baron Zakkal laughs in a daze. The giggling laughter does not stop.

“Khhh, damn it. While I was fighting in the crisis of my country, I became a dramatic master and won a victory……. This is the birth of a totally awesome hero. I'm just a bad guy for a moment, aren't I? Hahaha...! ”

Patrick rushes in, slashing down his soldiers with his bare hands. The situation was already irreversible.

Even if we run now, Patrick Condol will eventually come after us and try to kill himself. Even if the commander himself were alive, he would be a threat again by clearing out the Stragglers.

You're going to die anyway, right? ’

Baron Zakkal grips his teeth.

At the very least, Baron Zakal decided not to decorate his life with the ugly consequences of running away alone and dying.

“All forces retreat! ”

Baron Zakkal shouts in an evil voice.

“Fall back!! Retreat to the basin of the Baden River and report this! ”

Soldiers who had already been overwhelmed by the new Orc Master's power as they appeared in the enemy army began to run fearlessly into the fall.

However, Baron Zakal did not run away, but stood firm in his place.

I pulled out my bow and arrow.

You draw an arrow towards Patrick Condol by striking a protest.

‘Come, I'm here. ’

Peeing...

The arrow flies like an island, crushing Patrick's forehead.

What the fuck!

With his ghostly archery skills intact, Patrick comes in annoyed and swings his blade at you to shatter the arrow.

Baron Zakkal throws another arrow with a bitter smile.

One, two, three...

You shoot two shots in the face, one at Patrick's horse. However, Patrick's movement speed is not slowed.

Well, how about that? Born to be a warrior of the Wind Clan, you have faced the Master with at least a few arrows! I have no time as a man.

That way, Baron Zakkal smiles.

Draw arrows again in protest.

The Horn Horns have long been scattered among the Horn soldiers of the Horn Empire. I can't help but run like a nomadic warrior.

I feel cheerful because no one wants to be with Baron Zakal until the end.

"Yes, this is how the Wind Tribe works. ’

To live, to fight, to plunder, to flee. What's more important than survival?

Patrick Condol has already come a long way.

Baron Zakkal fires an arrow at the front foot of his horse.

Parker!

An orb blade that stretches like a whip turns arrows into powder in a single strike.

Baron Zachar and Patrick look each other in the eye.

‘Damn, that's scary. ’

Baron Zakkal, who has the guts, is lined up with cold sweat before his death.

There was a man who was about to take his own life. In front of that man, it was at least the last pride of Baron Zachar to remain uncertain.

I threw down my bow and arrow.

Then he nodded, showing his neck. Here, take it. My neck is right here.

Baron Zakkal grins.

Then Patrick laughed.

Patrick's sword swings. At the same time, the heavy shock lifted from his neck and severed the ritual of Baron Zakkal.

* * *

When I woke up, I was in the middle of the battlefield. Dark dusk shines red across the vast grasslands, and the corpses of men and horses spread all over the landscape look old. The corpses are all in the uniform of the Horn Empire Army.

‘Is this hell? ’

It wasn't hard for Baron Zakkal to think that way. When he was struck from the neck with a blow from the master of error, he couldn't help but think it was death.

But even after death, my throat aches strangely.

As he regained consciousness, his vision gradually brightened. The landscape became clearer and clearer.

There were more than just dead bodies around.

The Condol Cavalry was gathering for meals at the bonfire by teenagers.

My hearing is back.

You hear them congratulate you on their victory as they speak loudly. The words' sir ’and‘ error master ’have been mentioned the most.

Baron Zakkal realized that he was not dead.

‘I thought I was desperately afraid of the end, but I didn't kill him yet. I don't know if I should thank you. ’

Baron Zakal struggles to get up, and behind him comes the voice of a young man.

“You're awake.”

I barely raised my torso, and I turned to Patrick Condol, commander of the Condol Cavalry.

Baron Zakal said with a big smile.

“Thanks to you.”