How annoying.

Duke Bradley Webster creased his brows while holding a wine cup.

In the grand and brilliant space, a duke and ten retainers including Bradley were there.

Only, unlike Bradley who was sitting on a soft chair, the ten retainers were standing straight along a wall.

Io Lancephil

Bradley emptied the cup and spat out a long sigh.

As that man passed the fief and the title to Roan, the laboriously prepared plans became a bubble.

No, it wasnt at a level of becoming a bubble.

A large obstacle had appeared on the road he had schemed.

Huh.

A laugh came out.

It was a type of habit and a quirk that came out whenever he became angry or the annoyance soared.

He raised his head and looked at the retainers standing along the opposite wall.

And the Prince?

At the short questioning words, one of the retainers instantly answered.

He is moving busily, sir.

Busily, is it

Bradley formed a bitter smile.

This truly makes my heart sad. A grandson who doesnt think of his grandfather as needed anymore

He asked once again in a quiet voice.

They said he extended his hand to Io, yes?

That is correct.

It seems he is an ungrateful grandson

Bradley bitterly smiled, then filled his cup again.

Make sure to place people in Ios surroundings as well.

Yes, understood, sir.

The retainers, with courteous manner, lowered their heads.

However, that wasnt the end of Bradleys orders.

And we will have to take care of Roans side as well.

Should we attach a man on that side as well, sir?

At the retainers question, Bradley shook his head.

No. There are lot of headache-inducing bastards on that side. The possibility of needlessly borrowing trouble is high.

Then

The retainers asked Bradleys mind.

Bradley cheerily smiled and answered shortly.

Call the hexers.

Instantly, surprised expressions floated up on the retainers faces.

Hexers?

Is the lord thinking of borrowing those revolting bastards hand once again?

Uncomfortable and dissatisfied looks.

However, Bradley did not mind them.

The hexers were merely one of the weapons he had.

Roan, lets tear apart

On his mouth, a horrifying and cold smile hung.

That brats mind.

*****

After Roan and Baron Andre Moldes duel ended, the dissatisfaction towards Roan, whether sincerely or not, died down for now.

Their lead had been suppressed in front of the might and dignity that Roan had shown.

But.

The number of soldiers is still inferior.

The level of the soldiers is also the same, sir. Since most of the Lancephil Guardian Army are farmers.

The war situation still wasnt good.

The situation hadnt become dramatically advantageous just because Roan and the Lancephil Guardian Army had united.

At that moment, Baron Bernard Landingham, who had been quiet, cautiously opened his mouth.

Even so, the frontline itself isnt bad, sir. At the northeast frontline, us Lancephil Guardian Army, and at the center and the west, the Tale Legion have taken position.

Taking and looking only at the frontline itself, it was a situation where they were surrounding the Chase Legion and the Owells Forces.

Baron Andre Molde cut in.

Its a situation where we are literally only surrounding them. Merely raids and ambush attacks are all the things we could actually do.

Group battle or frontal fight was illogical.

Everyones gazes headed towards Roan.

On their faces, expectations wondering whether there might be some method if it was Roan were floated up. Sure enough, Roan formed a faint smile as if answering the peoples expectations.

For now, I will tell you of the Chase Legion and the Owells Forces every little movements.

Already, it was a situation where he had meticulously grasped the enemy forces size and location as well as their travel directions and the formation of their camps through Agens, Tenebra Troop, and the druids.

Through a powerful intelligence strength, he was trying to close the difference between the number of soldiers or the soldiers level by even a little bit.

Few commanders nodded their heads.

It was because they had vaguely realized the power information had.

However, it was inadequate to cause a great reversal.

Something a little more definite was needed.

And

Thankfully, Roan had prepared another different plan.

He, with twinkling eyes, looked at the numerous commanders.

There is a place that would harass the Chase County.

At those words, numerous nobles including Bernard and Andre creased their brows.

The capital, Miller, has prevented the intervention of anyone other than those directly related to the fief war, sir.

There is no man who could harass Count Chase.

Even in the worst circumstance, it was something impossible for even the kingdoms dukes.

Roan stared at their faces and smiled.

They

His expression was weighty.

Soon, a surprising story flowed out.

Are not humans.

*****

Huu.

A long sigh hit the ground.

At a corner of a drill hall where not even the sunlight reached.

Underneath the shade that hung long, one young man was sitting and taking a rest.

Although countless soldiers were doing individual training and troop drills inside the drill hall, there was no one amongst them who spoke to, no, even approached him.

How did it became like this

The young man spat out a long sigh once again.

The peoples gazes felt much harsher.

At that moment.

Hm?

There was one man who was directly crossing the drill hall and approaching.

Each time he moved his step, the soldiers who were doing training and drills all stopped their movements and saluted.

A soft pressure exuded out from the bold steps and pose.

Sir Count Roan Lancephil.

The man walking towards the young man was Roan.

The young man stared at Roan, who had reached in front of his nose in no time, and stood up from the place.

A bitter smile hung on his mouth.

The thing called fate truly is awful.

He saluted towards Roan.

I greet Sir Count.

Roan slightly nodded his head, then stood still and stared at the young man.

The sharp looking young man.

Roan deeply breathed in and passed his greeting in a quiet voice.

Its been a while. Walter Owells.

The young man, he was in fact the big shot who contested the valedictorian of the Pavor Academy Knight School and the firstborn of Kali Owells, who currently had betrayed Io Lancephil and had sided with Count Jonathan Chase, Walter Owells.

Is it the first after seeing at the Slan Battle.

Roan and Walter were already acquainted.

When Roan had taken down the female Orc warrior Violin and was cleaning up the battlefield, Baron Aaron Tates daughter, Mary Tate, and Walter Owells had once visited the camp.

At least back then, Walter was a son of a prestigious noble house and an academy student with an outstanding ability, and Roan was an ordinary spearman of an ordinary commoner background who had nothing.

But now, Roan had became the Rinse Kingdoms count and Walter had taken on the dishonor called the traitors son.

Although life was called something in which a single step ahead couldnt be seen, the two peoples position at least had achieved a dramatic reversal.

Im bold.

Walter opened his chest with effort.

Since the moment his father, Kali, had betrayed Io and raised the fief war, he had joined the Lancephil Guardian Army.

Walter chose honor rather than blood.

He had resolved to throw his life for Io and the Lancephil fief.

To correct his fathers wrong, he had ran east and west and endeavored.

However, the people stared at Walter with not so kind gazes.

The cause of the outbreak of the current fief war and the traitor who pointed his sword at his master.

Kalis son, Walter.

The weight that gave was much heavier than he had thought.

Due to that, Walter was heading out to the battles as an ordinary soldier without receiving adjutant or troop commander nor not even a squad commander rank despite the excellent skill.

However, Walter had no dissatisfaction at the such situation.

He understood his Guardian Army comrades and the soldiers feelings.

Since Walter too found his father, Kali Owells, detestable.

Roan breathed in deeply.

Walter, what are you doing right now?

It was a voice that seemed like it was reproaching.

Walter erased the bitter smile and dropped his head.

I was resting for a moment, sir.

No, that is not what Im asking. The current war situation is greatly disadvantageous to the Lancephil Guardian Army. But why is a man with a outstanding skill like you wasting that ability?

That is

Walter tried to speak as if to protest, but soon closed his mouth.

Roan quietly stared at such Walter.

Walter, what do you think of your father, Kali Owells?

Walter raised his head straight and answered without even a second of hesitation.

He is a traitor, nothing more, nothing less, sir.

Roan slightly nodded his head, then asked again.

If you were to face him on the battlefield, would you be able to swing your sword without hesitation?

As expected, Walter answered without a single second of hesitation.

Of course, sir.

Because he had such resolve, he had ignored even Kalis summon and had remained in the Lancephil Guardian Army.

Because he had such resolve, he could bear even the comrades cold gazes.

The knight does not hold his sword upside down.

That was Walters thought, and was Walters value.

Roan, with a satisfied expression, nodded his head.

There is an order I will separately give to you.

Whatever order it is, I will follow, sir.

Walter straightened his pose with a determined expression.

Roan stared straight into his eyes.

Its not an easy mission.

It truly was not an easy mission.

However, it was a mission that couldnt be done unless it was Walter.

Roan approached Walter one step closer and spoke in a quiet voice.

Betray the Lancephil Guardian Army

The sharp words hit his ears, no, pierced his heart.

And go to Kali Owells.

*****

Yawn. Tired, tired.

The young soldiers yawned long.

The comrade that was nearby creased his forehead and spoke criticizing words.

Get a hold of yourself.

At those words, the soldier that had yawned shook his head as he smacked his lips.

Smack, theres no need to be too nervous like that. Here is a place thats quite distant from even the front line.Theres almost no chance the Lancephil Guardian Army bastards would appear. Also, right nows a pitch black twilight, a twilight.

He looked up at the night sky and yawned long once again.

The soldier who made criticizing words spoke with a stiffly solidified expression.

Havent you heard that news? The allied camp located at the west has been annihilated by the Lancephil Guardian Armys raid attack. Recently, those bastards movements arent usual. And because of that, we even increased the number of guards like this.

The Lancephil Guardian Army, which had been busy maintaining the frontline, began to move like a ghost since about four days ago.

Nah, that are small-scale troop camps that was done in, and large-scale camps like us Nox Troop is safe. Unless those Lancephil Guardian Army guys go insane, they wouldnt

When his words reached about that point.

Puuck!

With a horrifying sound, an arrow was stuck on the skull of the soldier who was chatting excitedly.

Huph!

The moment the soldier who had been listening to his story lowered his head with a surprised expression.

Puuck!

Again, a single arrow flew and pierced the soldiers neck.

That was the start.

Pubuk! Pububububuk! Pubuk!

Crossing the night sky, tens, hundreds of fire arrows fell inside the Nox Troops camp.

Fwoosh!

Following the fences and the tents, flames bursted up.

The soldiers who were carrying out the sentry duties became porcupines and fell.

Deng! Deng! Deng! Deng!

Even in that while, the ones who barely survived hit the watchtowers bell as hard as they could.

Wha, what!

Its the enemy!

Its an enemy attack!

The soldiers sprinted out of the tents and shouted.

However, the inside of the camp had, already, long turned into a sea of flames.

The soldiers fell into chaos.

At that moment.

Dudududududu!

As if it had been waiting, the sound of horse hooves ringing the ground were heard.

Boom!

The fences that had been barely standing with fire on shattered into pieces with a sound of explosion.

Through the gaps of fallen fences, a cavalry showed up.

< Lancephil Guardian Army >.

< Pavor Academy Troop >.

The highly soaring flag showed off its dignity.

Kill them!

Tore apart the camps inside!

The man standing at the head and leading the troop was Baron Andre Molde.

Following his command, hundreds of horsemen formed a group and pierced through the camp.

Following that back, hundreds of foot soldiers and archers showed themselves once again.

Damn it! To think its the Lancephil Guardian Army!

The Nox Troops commanders, who had appeared at the center of the camp a moment late, clenched their teeth tight.

Although they had reinforced the sentry soldiers because the Lancephil Guardian Armys movements had been unusual recently, even so, there were feelings of doubt.

Although several small-scale troops camps had been defeated, they thought that they were different.

They hadnt possibly thought that the Lancephil Guardian Army, made up of farmers, would raid a large-scale troops camp.

Damn it! Put out the fire!

Form the battle lines! The bastards are farmers who havent properly held a spear once!

If we counter calmly, we can easily defeat them!

The Nox Troops commanders shouted at the top of their lungs.

At that moment.

Fwooosh!

The flame that waved following the fences suddenly began to move peculiarly as if to dance.

Simultaneously.

Paat!

With a bright red flame, a single warhorse burst out in front of the commanders.

Wha, what!

The commanders shouted with befuddled expressions.

Following the black spear, a spearhead made of flames soared up.

The man who sat on the warhorse and slantly held the flaming spear.

The flames waved around him.

A phenomenal sight.

That brought to mind almost a master of fire, a monarch of flames.

Pe, perhaps

One amongst the Nox Troops commanders stuttered words with a bleached white face.

Th, the Crimson Ghost?

The end of his voice severely shook.

At that sound, the nearby commanders as well as even the ordinary soldiers goggled their eyes and made shocked expressions.

The Crimson Ghost?

Roan Lancephil he say?

How is Count Lancephil here?

Isnt he supposed to be in the west right now?

Including them, the Chase Legion and the Owells Forces knew of Roan as roaming the western frontline.

That man had abruptly appeared in the Landingham Region.

He had been leading the Guardian Army and stirring the eastern frontline.

As if he had been waiting, a resounding voice bursted out.

I am Roan Lancephil!

The man, Roan shook the Travias Spear in a long line.

Each time, a stream of fire crossed the night sky.

I will leave those who surrender alive! But

Suddenly, an incredible flame soared up with him at the center.

Simultaneously, the flame that flowed along the Travias Spear struck the ground.

Boom!

With a sound of explosion, the surface of the earth flipped.

Roan glared at the Nox Troops soldiers while slantly holding the spear.

I will kill all those who resist.

He spoke in a horrifying voice.

An incredible pressure swept the battlefield.

Uuhuk!

I, I surrender!

Few soldiers threw down their weapons and kneeled down.

You bastards! The enemys number is smaller than us!

Fight! Push them out!

The commanders swung their swords and shouted.

Few soldiers, following the order, formed battle lines.

Roan looked at that sight and made a bitter smile.

The time to dance once again had come.

He raised the spear up high.

Lancephil Guardian Army, Charge!

As soon as the order fell, the Guardian Armys soldiers, who had been tearing apart the camp, raised their weapons and pounced.

However, the thing that hit the Nox Troop ahead of them was.

Fwooosh!

The flame that extended long following the Travias Spear.

Boom!

And Roan, who brought to mind the flame itself.

Finally, not from the West where Jonathan and Kali was pouring all their concerns but from the completely unexpected East, the full-scale counterattack had began.

Together with a bright red flame.

< Crimson Ghost (6) > End.