How a Two-Life Scoundrel Lives - Chapter 101

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【Chapter 101】

 

‘What a foolish bastard.’

 

Krabel inwardly sneered at Carlisle.

 

‘No matter how much of a Sigmund you are, if you run that fast you’ll collapse after just a few laps.’

 

Regardless of what Krabel was thinking, Carlisle ran around the training ground at quite a fast pace.

 

Running while carrying a military pack weighing 30 kilograms was physically very demanding, but Carlisle didn’t seem particularly strained.

 

‘Is it because I shared elixirs with Frey? This is manageable.’

 

The elixirs that Carlisle had shared with Frey were ones that dramatically increased not only mana but also various abilities like strength and endurance.

 

Having consumed several bottles of such elixirs, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that Carlisle’s stamina had already far surpassed human limits.

 

Thanks to this, he was able to run at very high speed even while carrying the heavy military pack.

 

‘At this rate, it won’t even take an hour. I should run fast and then rest.’

 

Carlisle increased his speed.

 

“That, that crazy bastard! Huff huff!”

 

Krabel simply couldn’t keep up with Carlisle’s pace.

 

Carlisle was too fast, making it difficult even to chase after him.

 

As a result, the distance between Carlisle and Krabel kept growing wider, until finally…

 

“You’re quite slow.”

 

“…!”

 

Carlisle, who had somehow lapped Krabel, casually spoke to him.

 

“You’re deliberately running slowly, aren’t you.”

 

“Th, that’s right. Huff huff, huff huff huff.”

 

“Ah. You’re pacing yourself.”

 

“Huff huff, huff huff huff.”

 

“If you’re having trouble, just let me know. I’ll run by myself.”

 

“Sh, shut up and keep running!”

 

“Yes.”

 

Carlisle whooshed forward again, cutting through the wind.

 

‘Could he be using mana?’

 

If he was using mana, Krabel could also run like Carlisle.

 

But the probability of that was extremely low.

 

When using mana, there should be a distinctive presence felt, but Krabel couldn’t sense anything like that from Carlisle.

 

‘Th, this is impossible! How can a human…!’

 

While Krabel was in shock, Carlisle had already completed another lap and passed by his side.

 

‘No matter how much of a scoundrel he is, a Sigmund is still a Sigmund…?’

 

Krabel finally realized that Carlisle wasn’t just some ordinary noble heir, but a direct bloodline descendant of House Sigmund.

 

Who would have thought the legendary stories about their mysterious physical abilities were real.

 

However, it was already too late for regrets.

 

The water had already been spilled.

 

No matter how much of a Sigmund his opponent was, as a battalion commander he couldn’t lose to a mere private.

 

If he showed such a pathetic display, how would the 300-plus battalion soldiers view their commander?

 

Gritting!

 

Krabel clenched his teeth and ran.

 

His soles felt like they were burning, his knee joints ached, his back was stiff, and his shoulders carrying the military pack felt like someone was splitting them with an axe.

 

“Huff, huff!”

 

His breathing became increasingly labored, with rough gasps bursting out continuously.

 

“Are you having trouble?”

 

“…!”

 

Carlisle passed by Krabel again and casually threw out a comment.

 

However, Krabel couldn’t even open his mouth.

 

“Huff huff! Huff huff huff!”

 

He was out of breath and had no energy left to respond to the mockery.

 

“You don’t have to do this if it’s too hard.”

 

“Huff huff! Huff huff!”

 

“No answer. Well then, I’ll go ahead first.”

 

Carlisle left Krabel behind and ran ahead.

 

‘This damn bastard!’

 

Krabel was furious to the top of his head, but the running drill was too exhausting for him to even express his anger.

 

‘I underestimated the Sigmunds too much. Even such a debauched scoundrel possessed this kind of monstrous stamina.’

 

Krabel realized.

 

This wasn’t a competition with Carlisle, but a fight with himself.

 

‘I, I absolutely won’t give up. I must at least finish the course to maintain my dignity as battalion commander. Ugh.’

 

Krabel had to urgently revise his goals.

 

* * *

 

30 minutes later.

 

“Keep it up.”

 

Carlisle cheered for Krabel.

 

“Huff huff! Huff huff huff!”

 

Krabel trudged past Carlisle, barely running anymore.

 

Carlisle had already finished the 15-kilometer running drill in just 30 minutes and was resting.

 

That was truly tremendous, monstrous stamina.

 

For an ordinary person to run 15 kilometers would take at least 1 hour and 30 minutes to 2 hours.

 

But to achieve a 30-minute record while carrying a 30-kilogram military pack meant that Carlisle possessed stamina that had already surpassed human limits.

 

But Krabel couldn’t do the same.

 

Of course, Krabel’s stamina level was superior to that of the scout unit soldiers.

 

As someone who had risen from a common soldier to become an officer, received a knight’s title, and even reached the position of battalion commander, his stamina level was also formidable.

 

After all, without considerable confidence, one wouldn’t dare attempt a 15-kilometer running drill.

 

In reality, Krabel was quite fast.

 

It’s just that his opponent was an out-of-spec monster.

 

About 1 hour later.

 

“Huff, huff!”

 

Krabel’s face had turned deathly pale after finishing the running drill.

 

“Good work.”

 

“Huff huff! Huff huff huff!”

 

“You seem very tired.”

 

“Huff huff huff!”

 

Krabel couldn’t even respond to Carlisle’s words, nor could he accept the water and towel being offered.

 

Trembling trembling…!!!

 

Seeing his legs shake like aspen leaves, it was clear he had pushed his stamina beyond its limits.

 

“Battalion Commander! Are you alright!”

 

The 1st Company Commander tried to support him, but Krabel refused the help.

 

“I’m, I’m fine so don’t come closer. Huff huff! Huff huff huff!”

 

Krabel struggled to catch his breath while gritting his teeth and standing on his own two legs.

 

He was determined not to show himself collapsing or sitting down.

 

“Carlisle… Private. Huff huff. Huff huff huff.”

 

“Yes?”

 

“This battalion commander is. Huff huff. Impressed with your. Huff huff huff. Physical fitness level.”

 

“Take a breath before speaking. I’m fine, so you can speak slowly.”

 

“Impressed. Huff huff. Indeed. Huff huff huff.”

 

Krabel continued speaking with forced effort while gasping for breath.

 

“From, from now on. Huff huff. Huff huff huff. Follow the battalion commander’s. Huff huff. Orders. Huff huff. Promptly. Huff huff. So you can. Huff huff huff.”

 

“Yes yes. Oh, right. Loyalty.”

 

Carlisle snorted and threw up a salute.

 

‘This damn bastard!’

 

Krabel held back with all his might.

 

He wanted to punch that smug face at least once, but if he did that, even as a battalion commander, his military career would be over.

 

A high-ranking officer like a battalion commander beating up a lowly private would be a major incident, especially if it was a direct descendant of the Sigmund Family… one wrong move could cost him his head.

 

‘Just, just wait and see.’

 

Krabel promised himself future revenge and headed to his office without accepting anyone’s help.

 

* * *

 

That night.

 

Carlisle was treated like a hero in the reconnaissance unit barracks.

 

“Puahahaha!”

 

“Well done, well done!”

 

“That’s our Young Master!”

 

The reconnaissance unit soldiers all praised Carlisle, feeling satisfied that he had humbled Battalion Commander Krabel.

 

However, there were some who expressed concern.

 

Particularly Begman, the reconnaissance unit leader.

 

“I know everyone’s excited, but don’t make it too obvious. It’s not exactly a good thing.”

 

“What do you mean it’s not a good thing?”

 

Russell, highly excited, objected to Begman’s words.

 

“Carlisle humbled the battalion commander, so of course it’s a good thing.”

 

“Tsk tsk. Do you have to act like such a rookie?”

 

“What…?”

 

“Do you think someone as persistent as him will back down from just this much?”

 

“Hmm.”

 

“And he’s the battalion commander. If he wants to, he has the authority to make our lives difficult.”

 

“That, that’s true.”

 

“This is the military. Like it or not, there’s nothing good about getting on your superior’s bad side.”

 

Begman offered wise advice, showing he wasn’t a sergeant with long military service for nothing.

 

And there was another such person…

 

Swoosh.

 

Someone suddenly crawled out from under a bed and spoke.

 

“Right, tone it down. If my military life gets messed up in my final year, will you take responsibility?”

 

“What a surprise.”

 

Carlisle was startled.

 

‘Who is that?’

 

He seemed familiar, but even though his impression was vague, he couldn’t quite remember.

 

“Gasp! Sergeant Simon!”

 

“Were, were you there?”

 

Several soldiers recognized him and spoke up.

 

‘Ah, right. Sergeant Simon, was it?’

 

Carlisle finally remembered who he was.

 

Sergeant Simon.

 

The most senior member of the reconnaissance unit, a veteran among veterans who had served three years longer than Begman.

 

He had served at Bowden Fortress for nearly 15 years and was scheduled to finish his military service and return home in a few months.

 

Perhaps because of this, he never showed his face for work, training, operations, physical training, or any other reconnaissance unit activities.

 

Of course, he seemed to have participated in combat when Bowden Fortress was in crisis last time, but he didn’t make his presence known, so he didn’t seem to have any impressive achievements.

 

“Let’s live quietly, quietly. Just until I go home. Please.”

 

“We understand, so go back in and rest.”

 

“Right.”

 

Sergeant Simon slipped back under the bed at Begman’s words.

 

‘Anyone would think he’s an assassin.’

 

Carlisle was slightly dumbfounded, but since he was a final-year sergeant who had served for 15 years, he let it slide.

 

He was someone who would return home soon, so how frustrating would it be if he got caught up in a chaotic atmosphere or if the unit became dangerous and his final year got complicated?

 

“You too, rookie, tone it down.”

 

“You want me to just take it when he’s deliberately tormenting me?”

 

“You need to learn to endure a little. As I said before, if you get into a fight with the battalion commander, it’s not just you who suffers, but we get in trouble too. So please try to live obediently. Okay?”

 

“I’ll try.”

 

Carlisle agreed to Begman’s almost pleading request.

 

‘Hmm. If he really annoys me, I’ll have to desert.’

 

That would be the worst choice, but Carlisle didn’t have many other options.

 

Life was already annoying enough to death, military service was irritating, and he had no intention of enduring harassment from someone like Krabel on top of that.

 

“Rookie, don’t learn from that kind of behavior. Carlisle can act like that because he’s a Sigmund, but we can’t. It’s straight to the stockade for us.”

 

“Yes, Private Russell.”

 

Russell pointed at Carlisle and whispered to Adrian, the new recruit.

 

“I can hear everything.”

 

“So, sorry.”

 

When Carlisle shot back bluntly, Russell hastily apologized.

 

‘If it’s going to be like this, I’d rather go on operations.’

 

Carlisle’s wish was soon granted.

 

The next morning.

 

Helen assembled the reconnaissance unit and explained the operation details.

 

And this operation was completely different from previous ones.

 

Until now, the reconnaissance unit had mainly been tasked with protecting friendly engineers from the threat of barbarian warriors, but this operation was offensive, not defensive.

 

“After observing the barbarians’ movements for the past few days… we’ve detected signs of them mining magic stones at this location.”

 

Helen pointed to a specific spot on the map with her command baton.

 

“Therefore, our 3rd Company reconnaissance unit will attack the target area to prevent the barbarians’ magic stone mining.”

 

“How large is their force?”

 

“Good question, Private Carlisle.”

 

Helen nodded.

 

“However, from now on, make sure to raise your hand before speaking or asking questions.”

 

“Yes.”

 

“The enemy force is approximately 50 strong, with an estimated 10 warrior-class barbarians.”

 

“Are there no other risk factors?”

 

This time Kudo raised his hand and asked a question.

 

“None at present.”

 

“Hmm.”

 

“Of course, battlefield situations can change at any time, so we can’t be complacent. I’ll leave that entirely to Sergeant Begman, the reconnaissance unit leader, so he can make judgments as needed.”

 

“Yes, Sir Helen.”

 

“Then, may it be a pleasant hunt.”

 

“Yes!”

 

As soon as Helen finished speaking, the scout members all rose from their seats in unison.

 

‘An attack. Right, offense is better than defense after all.’

 

With that thought, Carlisle moved forward with the Scout Members.

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