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Episode 473: You Should Know by Now? (1)

The remaining ten thousand of the Fenris Mobile Force arrived on the battlefield. They cleared the battlefield and took prisoners on behalf of their exhausted comrades.

Several priests who were brought in with the follow-up troops also treated the wounded soldiers with their tired bodies.

Jisel also called out to the knights who had fought at the forefront of this battle and praised them. About 200 of the Knights of Fenris had participated in the mobile force.

"Okay, everyone worked hard. Let's get some rest today and move on again tomorrow."

Gordon raised his hand and asked.

"Where are you going now! Are you going to fight on the other side?"

"It's too late to move to another battlefield right away. I plan to meet with the Commander-in-Chief of the Royal Army, reorganize the army, and then join up with the Northern Army."

"All right!"

"Leave the guard duty to the follow-up unit today, and those who participated in the battle should eat their fill of meat and drink."

"Wow!"

Everyone cheered. They had been moving quickly for a few days and had only eaten powder. It had been a long time since they had eaten proper food.

The Delphian army had 30,000 men, so they had quite a bit of food. Most of it was going to be handed over to the royal army, but there was enough to feed them for a day or so.

A few drunk knights got into a fight after a long time.

This was something that could not be overlooked in the Fenris Army, which usually had strict discipline, but Jisel clicked her tongue a few times and just left it alone. When you let someone go, you have to let them go for sure.

This was possible because 10,000 follow-up troops were on strict alert and the surrounding threats were completely dealt with.

After a day of rest, the Fenris Mobile Force began to move again.

"Dark, the Lords' forces will have regrouped and formed a defensive line. They won't even know we've arrived yet. Look for a place where there are a lot of soldiers."

- okay.

Dark set out first to reconnoiter. The Fenris Mobile Force had to move a little more slowly because of the prisoners.

Maurice, who had successfully escaped, had gathered allied forces from nearby lords and reestablished a defensive line.

Although the number of troops gathered was only about 8,000, they planned to hold out by surrounding the fortress with a strong defense system.

Morris gathered everyone together, raised his fist and shouted.

"Although our forces are smaller than the Delphian army advancing here! By the grace of the goddess, the 'Saint' Parniel of the Moriana Church is with us!"

"Wow!"

The soldiers cheered loudly.

They also knew that the southern front was now in ruins. The Delphian army was advancing here.

To those who were trembling in fear, the existence of Parniel, a superhuman and saint, was like their last hope.

Parniel also knew that Maurice was trying to sell his name to commit fraud, but he obediently accepted it. The saint's job was to give hope to people.

Kuung!

She said as she struck the ground with her huge mace.

"In the name of Moriana, the Church of Salvation will disappear from this world. We will always be victorious."

"Wow!"

The soldiers cheered again. Parniel's huge physique and powerful-looking muscles gave him infinite confidence.

If it were normal, you would ask if she was some kind of saint, but on the battlefield, she was truly trustworthy.

Morris smiled happily at the sight.

"Hiya, it's reassuring that a superhuman has joined. I wish my grandmother had been there too."

The fortune teller went missing. It was such a shame that we couldn't find her.

"Grandma, you have to survive somehow. I will retake the southern front and save you."

Maurice muttered quietly so that Parniel could not hear.

As they were raising their spirits like that, a scout came running and shouted.

"There's an army nearby!"

"The Delphine army has finally arrived! Everyone, prepare for battle!"

"no!"

"Then what! The Allied Forces are here again?"

"Father, I am carrying the Northern Army's flag!"

Maurice tilted his head at those words.

The Northern Army was quite far from here. They must be fighting other legions right now, so how did they get here?

It could be a deception strategy on the part of the enemy. Maurice ordered his entire army to prepare for battle and climbed up the walls.

Sure enough, tens of thousands of troops could be seen coming from afar. They were really waving the flags of the Northern Army and the Fenris Army.

"Is that true? Why are the Northern Army here?"

No matter how much I thought about it, it was not a time that I could come. Even if I had come, I would have had no choice but to clash with the Delphian army that was advancing this way.

As I was watching nervously, someone from the opposing camp ran ahead.

Maurice's expression brightened as he saw the figure of the rider on the black horse.

"Your real nephew is here?"

Even with the saint joining, it was difficult to deal with the Delphine army. This was because not only were there fewer troops, but there were also fewer magicians.

The arrival of a powerful northern army at this time was something Morris could not help but welcome.

"Open the gates quickly! No, I will go out!"

Maurice and his entourage went out to meet Giselle.

"Hahahaha! My nephew is here!"

"… … You're alive. That's fortunate."

Giselle spoke calmly in response to Maurice's warm greeting.

If Morris had died, the morale of all armies except the Northern Army would have plummeted.

That's what it means to be Commander-in-Chief.

Maurice asked with a look of surprise.

"No, but how did you get here? The Delphine army was supposed to be coming this way, but you didn't meet them?"

"You have already been annihilated."

"What? Really?"

"The survivors were taken prisoner."

At Giselle's words, Maurice looked closely at the approaching army. A considerable number of them were standing disarmed.

"T, this can't be happening… … . How on earth… … ."

I couldn't believe it. He could deal with the Delphian army that had defeated him so easily and even take them as prisoners.

It was not for nothing that Earl Fenris was rumored to be the hero who would end this troubled time.

"You, you, you're really amazing… … ."

Morris was speechless with a look of astonishment. He simply repeated that it was amazing.

I had a feeling that if we just had this guy, we would really win the war.

'Oh, I should have asked grandma for more details.'

I barely asked about Jiselle because I was only looking at my own fortune. That was such a shame.

Maurice, who had been absent-minded for a while, came to his senses and asked.

"But, there seem to be too many prisoners… … We can't handle this many prisoners right now."

At first glance, it looked like there were more than 10,000 of them. Even though they were disarmed, it was surprising that they followed along so obediently.

If it had been another army, they would have attacked again long ago. Since the opponent was Jiselle, they seemed to be staying quiet.

Giselle chuckled at Maurice's concern.

"Just bring them all to the Royal Army. Can't we just reorganize them?"

"Uh… … I want to do that, but there are more of them than us, so I wonder if we can control them… … ."

"Can't the Commander-in-Chief of the Royal Army do that?"

Then Maurice got angry.

"It's not that I can't do it! I'm just saying this because I'm worried that the people under me might feel burdened!"

"If we eat and sleep together for a few days, we'll be fine. Then, are you taking them all away today?"

"Oh, good. But, I'm okay, but what will the other nobles say at the church… ."

Since the Duke had already been branded a heretic, there was an implicit agreement that all of his subordinates should be killed. I was worried that if I left them alive, I would face protests from countless religious groups.

Then Giselle narrowed her eyes again and said.

"Can't the Commander-in-Chief of the Royal Army do that?"

"Ha, don't do it. I'll do everything. If I say to do something, everything will work out… … ."

Frankly, I can't do it. Even if the Marquis of Branford just lets it go, the bishops of the church will be very tired and tormented.

If you were unlucky, you could be branded a heretic yourself.

Morris racked his brain and came up with another excuse.

"Poem, I wonder if we will have enough food."

"I brought everything that the Delphine Army had. If there's anything lacking, I'll relay it to Fenris and Ferdium and have them refill it right away."

Except for the south, roads had long been laid throughout the kingdom. In just a few days, food would be piled up.

'Mr. Ha, what should I do? I don't want to be embarrassed.'

Morris is a contradictory man who is both superstitious and extremely concerned about his dignity. He said with all his might, using his brain.

"Oh, that's right! I'm fine with everything! The saint is here right now."

"Are you a saint?"

"Yes. A superhuman, a superhuman! I barely survived because I met the saint. She showed up just as the pursuers arrived! Wow, it was truly a help from heaven. The fortune-teller said that I was really brave… … ."

Maurice rambled on and on about what had happened, but Giselle couldn't hear him properly.

"She's a saint, but she's a superhuman?"

"Yes, that's right! But I'm not sure if he'll object… … Even for me, it's a bit difficult to object to the Saintess's opinion, isn't it?"

It's not shameful to give a saint a hand. It's just the way it should be.

Hearing Maurice's words, Giselle furrowed her brows in suspicion.

There is only one true saint that he knows. Fiote… … No, it is the one who was a member of the 7 great powers of the continent in her previous life and was called the Saint of War.

Are you saying that the saint has now come to the Kingdom of Rutania?

That's ridiculous. There was no reason for the saint to come here.

"Are you really… … a saint?"

"Yes! A true saint recognized by the church!"

Maurice took Giselle with him, making a fuss. The saintess and her party were also at the gate when they heard the news of the Northern Army's arrival, so they were able to meet him right away.

"Your Majesty, this friend is the Earl of Fenris, who is much talked about these days. He is like my nephew."

"Nice to meet you. I am Parniel, a saint from the Moriana Order."

Parniel greeted him calmly, but Giselle could not do so.

'Really… … The saint came here… … .'

How could one forget that physique and that intimidating presence? Jiselle also remembered it clearly, having fought alongside her several times.

But the problem is.

'Why did you come here?'

The saintess shouldn't be here right now. She had to go stop someone else.

It is the 'Master of the Dead', a member of another continent's seven powers, who is taking advantage of this chaos to commit crazy acts.

'Now that the saint is here... ... that madman will go wild even more.'

In fact, since there was a saint, Giselle didn't care much about him. The place where they fought in their previous life was quite far from the Kingdom of Rutania.

But now that the Saint has come here, the 'Master of the Dead' will continue to devour the power of other kingdoms without interruption.

As a result, an opening will be created for the Salvation Church to gain influence again.

'I can't help it. This is also the result of my own making.'

If the situation had been the same as in her previous life, there would have been no way the saint would have been interested in Rutania. The Salvation Church was hiding its identity, and the Duke would have already taken control of the entire kingdom.

'The more I work, the more the future will inevitably change.'

It was he who brought in the Allied Forces to quickly finish the matter in the Kingdom of Rutania.

Thanks to this, more high-ranking priests of the Salvation Church flocked to this place.

Strategically, it was not a wrong decision. The goal in this war was to reduce the Salvation Church and the agents' forces as much as possible.

But it seemed that the saintess also knew about it and came to help out.

Jiselle felt at ease. After all, it was something she had started to change the future. So it was only natural that the future would change.

'It would be better to join forces with the saint and quickly sort things out from within Rutania.'

It is right to modify the strategy according to the situation at that time. It can be thought that this is a better opportunity for the pro-Prince faction, which lacks superhumans.

When Giselle paused for a moment with such thoughts, Parniel asked.

"What… is the problem?"

Parniel slightly strengthened his arm. He had seen many people who did not believe that she was a saint just by looking at her appearance.

Her specialty was to show her faith through strength every time.

Jiselle immediately shook her head.

"No. It is an honor to meet the saint of the Order. The Earl of Fenris."

Since she already knew the saint, Giselle had no doubts.

Only then did Parniel speak with a faint smile.

"I heard a lot about the Count on my way here. He was said to be a hero who would save the kingdom and the strongest man in the North. He was truly amazing."

"That's too much praise. I heard you saved the Commander-in-Chief this time. You even took care of the high-ranking priests of the Salvation Church."

Morris laughed out loud as he heard their conversation.

"My heart feels so secure when you two are together like this! Well, let's have a small banquet… … ."

Maurice's words were cut off mid-sentence, as Parniel took a step closer to Giselle, his muscles twitching.

Jiselle looked up slightly at her, who was a head taller than her.

Parniel laughed, gripping his mace tightly.

"Your Majesty, do you know how the Saint moves?"

Srrrrung.

Jiselle also smiled as she slowly drew her sword.

"I've heard rumors going around that he does whatever his heart desires… … ."

A saint is someone who acts as she pleases and then ends up saying that it is the goddess' will. You can just think of it as her not being able to communicate.

The moment you ask for logic here, you get hit.

Parniel nodded.

"That's right. And now… … my heart is asking if I can help you, Count. There's something about you that feels off. I need to see your true 'power.'"

Parniel reacted more sensitively to the energy of the Church of Salvation than Erenes, because the divine power was a completely opposite energy to the energy of the Church of Salvation.

That's why she felt very uneasy as soon as she met Giselle.

If you feel uneasy, you must check for sure. Whether the person in front of you is 'evil'.

Kuung!

Parniel took a step closer to Giselle and smiled coldly.

"This must also be the goddess's will."

Morris looked as if his world had collapsed upon seeing that sight. The atmosphere was flowing in a very ominous direction.

I couldn't understand why this situation suddenly arose as soon as the two met.

Jiselle wasn't the kind of person to bend. She wasn't the kind of person to listen to you. We've seen enough so far to know that she's not that kind of person.

That bastard pulled out his sword before I could even get ahold of him.

'I should have had a grandmother.'

Since there was no fortune teller, there was no one to ask what to do.

I really wanted to cry.

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#Extra: Lucas's Love Advice - A Story of Comfort for a Broken Knight

The fight that broke out at the knights' drinking party started with Lucas' nonsense.

When Giselle congratulated the knights and served them wine and meat, everyone was very excited. Except for one knight who stood on one side with a sullen expression.

Jiselle tilted her head and asked.

"What's wrong, why does he look like that? Like he's been dumped."

The knight, nicknamed 'Wind' for his quick movements like the wind, looked even more gloomy at those words.

Lucas laughed, putting his arm around Wind's shoulder.

"I really got dumped. Hahahaha!"

Even though the war was underway, the Northern Army's arrow supply was still operating at full speed. The positions of the Northern Army were filled by soldiers left in the territory, newly hired workers, and mercenaries.

That arrow delivery had a negative effect this time. Wind had just received a farewell letter in the arrow delivery.

"Umm… … ."

Jiselle folded her arms and pondered. In fact, she had never been in a proper relationship before, so she didn't know what advice to give.

So I offered some comforting words, simple but sincere.

"Cheer up. I believe there will be better things ahead."

I don't know about anything else, but relationship advice is like rat poison, so Jiselle quickly left.

After the drinks and meat were served, Lucas, who was slightly drunk, sat down next to Wind and opened his mouth.

"I'll tell you a story about when I got dumped. It's like relationship advice."

"Oh, that's okay. Don't do it. I don't want to hear it."

"Before I came here, there was a woman I really loved."

Lucas looked up at the night sky with a hazy look in his eyes, not listening to what anyone else said.

"We were promised to get married. But at the time, I had nothing. Then she said, 'It's okay. You can live with me in her house.'"

Everyone listened to Lucas' story. They were curious as to why they broke up when they were so close.

Lucas continued with a bitter smile.

"I was really grateful for that. She lived with her mother. So I said confidently. I would treat her like my mother. That was all I could do. But that was the problem."

Gordon asked curiously from the side.

"Why is that a problem? Wouldn't it be better if you said you would treat her like your own mother? I think women would like that too. There aren't many men like that."

Lucas answered with a serious expression.

"Yeah, I liked that girl at first too."

"But why?"

"I treated her like a real mother."

"… … ???"

"When he's hungry, he asks for food to be made, he walks around the house in only his underwear, he asks for pocket money, he whines about food, he gets irritated when I wake him up… … Anyway, I tell my mom that."

"… … ."

"So I ended up getting kicked out. Oh, I treated her like my mother, but she didn't treat me like my mother."

'Are you crazy?'

Everyone looked dumbfounded. Some of the knights thought.

'I have to be careful if there's someone who wants to treat me like a mother. There was a trap. I should just tell them to be polite.'

Lucas said with a bright smile.

"After that, I went through various things and ended up in Fenris. As time passed, everything got better. What do you think? Did my story of heartbreak help you a little?"

It didn't help at all. All the knights standing nearby got up and started stomping on Lucas.

"Ugh! Shit! What the! Why are you doing that!"

Even Lucas, who was said to be the most skilled of the Fenris knights, could not withstand multiple attacks.

While Lucas was being hit, Wind looked up at the night sky.

A cool breeze was blowing, but my heavy heart didn't seem to be getting any relief.

'… … .'

They say everyone experiences heartbreak at least once, but only you know your own pain.

Hasty consolation doesn't help much. Lucas's haphazard advice was no different.

But if you hurt as much as you loved, there will definitely come a day when things will get better. I believe so.

So now, it's okay to be drunk on pain, sweat until you're exhausted, or just hope time passes like this.

Just like his nickname, the pain he feels now will pass away like the wind.

And as the lord said, it is certain that there will be even better things to come.

We can all think about it again tomorrow.

Right now, the priority is to beat up Lucas, who is talking nonsense.

"Phew… … ."

Wind took a deep breath and ran straight to Lucas along with the others. It seemed that if Lucas could step on him like this, he would feel a little better.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The crackling sound continued incessantly.