Chapter 392
My Villains Episode 392
62. Tactics of Deception (19)
At Princess Theodora’s insistence, I withdrew from the cathedral, but I was not in a position to relax. Because he had written three Gamtu, there was a lot of work to do.
Of course, the position of swordsmanship instructor for sergeants has now become meaningless, and as the vanguard of the heavy cavalry, all they had to do was prepare themselves to fight again. However, there were many chores attached to the title of Central Defense Captain.
“…Hashi X.”
I’m getting annoyed. Maybe it’s because I haven’t slept properly for two days and I’m rolling over. Since the person to take out his anger on is lying in a hospital bed, there is nowhere to argue.
“Ugh.”
Fortunately, several subordinates helped with the work.
Hicks, the servant, took care of the bicorn, and Golman, the chief, was in charge of arranging miscellaneous equipment. Stumpy Eson snatched a suit of plate armor I could use from the piles of loot piled up in the plaza, Weldon Donnell occupied the inner garrison with the ferocious Murg, and Sixson Mittelman brought artisans from the inner fortress ‘Axod’ and set up ballistas. was repairing
“A total of 18 people were killed and 24 were injured over the two days.”
As always, the veteran commander was in charge of organizing the troops under my command.
“Eighteen… many have died.”
“Most of them are new recruits from Keibor.”
“Did everyone die at the west gate? It must have been quite fierce there.”
“yes. It might have been pierced if at least one of the prince and hatanka hadn’t been there.”
Conveyor let out a small sigh and continued.
“Still, if I had been a little more competent, I would have saved half of them… Shame on you sir.”
“Sounds useless. At least it’s you, so it must have ended with eleven people.” When I tapped him on the shoulder, he smiled bitterly and continued his report.
“Among the injured, only half of the 12 returned after treatment.”
“When can the remaining twelve return?”
“I think three or four will be back within ten days at most, but I’m not sure about the rest. Oh yes, most of them are crippled.”
The priest’s healing was nothing short of miraculous, but it was not without limitations or conditions.
Because the level of healing depends on the priest’s level of divine power, ordinary priests were limited to quickly recovering non-permanent damage.
Those who could reattach severed nerves or bones were considered prestigious clergymen, and those who could regenerate severed limbs or treat intellectual disability were only bishops or higher-ranking clergymen.
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—S3
As I silently washed my face, Confair gave advice in a very cool tone. “
It would be better to send
those who have difficulty recovering home .”
“…I can’t help it.”
The ‘those who have difficulty recovering’, as Confair said, meant the number of people who needed to be treated by clergymen at or above the bishop level.
It sounds obvious, but in order to receive treatment from bishop-level clergy, a considerable amount of wealth must be donated. If it was at the level of regenerating severed limbs, even a bishop-level cleric would have to pour holy power dozens of times, so even bringing gold coins to the chest was often insufficient.
Even Prince Ulkar, who leads a mighty warlord, is unable to receive medical treatment, so he wears a prosthetic arm. It would be difficult to spend thousands of dollars to treat crippled soldiers.
It’s kind of cold, but what can I do if this is reality.
“Instead, give me plenty of money. Coincidentally, we got a lot of loot, so we can share it there.”
“But sir, there aren’t enough things for us right now.”
“Ah, of course we should use the equipment and horses. But things like gold are useless right now.”
It was a fact that I realized anew while going through this battle, but war was a lucrative business in its own right.
A useful suit of armor, a well-honed ax, a heavy mace, a sturdy shield, and even a shortsword used as a secondary weapon. It was the average armament of the mercenaries hired by the Duke of Avillambus.
The battlefield is where all of that equipment can be taken away with a single blow.
In addition, most of the mercenaries carried all their property directly, as if they were wanderers without a home or theft.
Thanks to this, if you kill a single mercenary, you can get at least four or five gold coins, up to dozens.
There was no need to worry about the share that would fall on me and my subordinates. For, as most good Warlords do, Ulkar distributes the spoils fairly and generously.
“I heard that Harold distributes the loot, so go and get it later.”
They couldn’t collect loot from outside the castle, including Zelntree, but they did collect loot from those who infiltrated into the castle or killed on the wall using the runestone ‘group transfer’. That alone would make a pretty good income, and our share wouldn’t be small.
“If they say things are not well organized, they receive an advance payment or a generous amount. The injured guys must be sad and anxious, so let’s fill the pockets quickly.”
“I will.”
After a while, I raised my eyebrows and asked a question.
“Then how much can you move now?” “Among the injured, including those who have returned, there are a total of sixty-four.”
“Sixty-four. The heavy cavalry, the resistance, and all the kids here and there?”
“Yes Nari.”
“Hmm.”
After a short thought, I decided to gather all the troops under my command.
“Since they are scattered here and there, it just makes me worry and complicate things. It would be better to collect them all in the castle tower and manage them yourself.”
“Fritz and O’Brien seemed to want to stay in the heavy cavalry.”
“Yeah, it’s about two people… except for them, everyone is with you.”
“Yes Nari.”
In addition, small troop management matters were organized through confair. Then, while your subordinates were busy moving, I had nothing to do.
…I’m a bit embarrassed because I feel like I’ve been beaten up by my subordinates all the time.
But it’s just a feeling, not a fact. The only one I gave the order to was Confair, and everything else was working voluntarily.
In the end, I decided to quietly disappear to be considerate of my subordinates.
In the inner room of the castle tower, which was returned around noon, Heila and Mungchi were sitting at the table facing each other.
“…what are you two doing?”
“As you can see.”
When Heila quietly held up the teacup, Mungchi followed her, holding up the teacup and laughing. Judging by the sweet smell, it seems that Munchchi’s favorite honey tea.
Heila was wearing a velvet robe that she liked to wear as her nightgown, and Mungchi was dressed in a loose tunic and soft cotton pants. Atmosphere like a tea party just the two of us…
“I was talking about the events of the past month.”
“Well done.”
I asked for bath water from Rowen, who had just arrived, and when I sat down, Heila gave me a teacup.
“You came just fine. Now it was my turn to listen to the story of the bundle.”
“Oh yeah?”
When my gaze met, Mongchi nodded his head broadly.
“Okay, my turn. He asked me to tell him about what happened in Oakford.”
For some reason, the guy released the storybook with an excited face.
“…I went east with Kshan Rina Lunue. I rode in a carriage with six horses, and there were this many chests with this much silver in them… The bundles were hardly eloquent, even excluding my poor Milano, so the content was rather small compared to the lengthy explanation.
“…Oakford is a big city. There are many alleys, and there are many people in each alley, and all of them are not clean. There was the tomb of the owner of the Pasa Sword…
Before sending the mungchi away from Lianwell, I once interrogated a nobleman named Haengjang. The story of Mungchi was not much different from what he had heard then.
“…it was long dead, but it seemed alive. Kshan and the old people said strange things, and the light flashed from the corpse! The Pasa Sword was definitely…
Of course, I had enough affection for him, so it was a worthwhile time just to appreciate his sparkling eyes, his effortful hand gestures, and his chirping voice.
As if Hayla wasn’t that different, her eyes toward Mungchi were quite soft even when she was expressionless.
“…It just went dark in front of my eyes, and suddenly it felt like I was hugging a shiny ball. But it was a knife, not a ball.”
“If it’s a sword, is it a Pasa sword?”
“Nene Pasa Sword. Five days have passed since my eyes light up.”
“It’s amazing that you got such a god in five days.”
“lol.”
Heila’s reaction similar to Chuimsae gave Moongchi a shy laugh.
I knew the two of them weren’t bad, but I didn’t know that they matched so well. No, more like Heila training the mungchi well
.
Ungchi held a warm cup of tea with both hands and looked sideways at me, and Heila, who fixed her eyes on him, sipped the cup and blinked.
It may be because of my mood, but there seemed to be a question in Mungchi’s eyes, ‘When will we release him?’, and a question in Heila’s gaze, ‘Will he stay here?’
As the strange silence continued and an awkward air current flowed, I finished my judgment and opened my mouth.
“…Ah, I’m tired.”
” I’m tired?”
“huh. You didn’t sleep well last night.”
Then, naturally, he kneaded the nape of his neck and added words.
“The bath water should be ready soon, so I need to take a bath and get some sleep.”
One of the two pairs of eyes blinked at a slightly quickened tempo, and the other fell helplessly.
“Now that the battle is over, go to the inn in the rose flower field. It will be much more comfortable there.”
“you?”
“I’ll go when I’m more organized.”
Heila and Mungchi rubbed against each other for a while before leaving the boudoir.
It’s been a while since I went to bed feeling light after taking a bath.
“trunnion.”
“…is it a bunch?”
I didn’t notice the presence at all until the locked window was opened. Unlike the sword master’s subordinates, Mungchi was indeed a proper assassin.
“Hey you.”
“swimming.”
Before I could say anything, this cute assassin, who broke through heavy security in broad daylight and hid in the castle tower, jumped straight into my arms.
The embarrassment and surprise that came to mind at the sudden appearance of the mungchi melted away in the warm warmth felt in his arms and the subtle fruit scent of the soft skin.
“It’s been a while-”
“You… uh huh. yes what Great.”
I patted him on the back for a while and then rummaged through the luggage left unpacked in the corner of the room.
“trunnion?”
“Wait a minute… Oh, there it is.”
All I found was a small, fat glass bottle.
“Here’s a present.”
” to.”
Moongchi accepted the glass bottle with a puzzled expression.
The transparent glass bottle, which contained high-quality wines from Dandeli, was filled with black petals.
“The scent was still there. Take it once.”
He carefully opened the cork tied to the string and sniffed the scent. The petals were already dry, but the glass bottle would be full of a fresh scent.
“…great.” “right?” He sat down next to him and stroked his hair.
“Remember when I decided to name you?”
“I remember you. Western Continental name.”
“That’s right.”
He looked at Moongchi’s hazy eyes and smiled.
“How is Rannon?”
“Lannon.”
“The name of that flower is Ranunculus. I found it by accident and it reminded me of you.”
“….♦.Ranon.”
The guy had a strange expression.
“Ra-nun is nice, but I also like bundles.”
“okay? Then… should I use a bundle when there are two of us and a raneon when there are other people?”
“Hey, I like it.”
Moongchi then smiled wide and hugged me again.
“Thank you Poi.”
“I am more grateful. Thank you for coming back safely.”
A kiss followed by a small laugh.
After a while, the bundle fell under the bed and knelt down to enjoy the soft offal and the subtle scent.
While stroking the girl’s hair, I suddenly thought of Heyla.
Um, I’m sorry. Sooner or later… I need to find a way to make everyone happy.
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