How a Two-Life Scoundrel Lives - Chapter 32

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【Chapter 32】

The battle ended with the scout unit slaughtering the Barbarian Warriors in the blink of an eye.

With that, Carlisle’s first real combat also came to a smooth conclusion.

Though he hadn’t played a major role in the intense battle, he had still proven his skill by cutting down a Barbarian Warrior in half with a single strike.

‘Well done.’

Carlisle stroked Grimgand hanging at his waist, showing his gratitude.

The greatest contributor to this battle was undoubtedly Grimgand.

The scout unit’s victory was entirely thanks to Grimgand’s warning.

They were able to achieve a great victory because it was a battle fought from a tactically advantageous position of ambush and surprise attack.

[Notice: Progress of 【Noble Proof】 has reached 10%! (1/10)]

[Notice: Progress of 【Noble Proof】 has reached 10%! (1/10)]

[Notice: Progress of 【Noble Proof】 has reached 10%! (1/10)]

[Notice: Progress of 【Noble Proof】 has reached 10%! (1/10)]

[Notice: Progress of 【Noble Proof】 has reached 10%! (1/10)]

‘Good.’

A satisfied smile appeared on Carlisle’s lips.

Carlisle’s goal was to pass [Noble Proof] to regain his noble status and be promoted from a common soldier to an officer.

Thanks to engaging in real combat as soon as he was deployed on this operation, the Quest progress was also very fast.

‘Nine more times to go.’

Now that things had come to this, Carlisle wanted to fight two more battles as quickly as possible and pass [Noble Proof].

Of course, even if he fought nine more battles, it would all be for nothing if he couldn’t get unanimous approval from the scout unit soldiers.

“What was that just now???”

Russell came running over breathlessly and asked Carlisle.

“What do you mean?”

“That thing just now. You cut that Barbarian in half with one strike.”

“I just cut him.”

“You just… cut him???”

“Yes.”

“Does that make sense?”

Russell looked dumbfounded.

“Look at that build!”

Russell pointed at the dead Barbarian Warrior’s corpse with his hand as he spoke.

As Barbarian Warriors typically were, he was a man of very robust build.

At least 185 centimeters tall, with a muscular frame that easily weighed over 100 kilograms.

“Does that look like someone who’d be cut in half just by swinging?”

“It did for me.”

“…”

Russell was left speechless by Carlisle’s answer.

Russell wasn’t the only one surprised.

“I thought he was just a scoundrel, but turns out he’s got some skill.”

“I guess Sigmund is still Sigmund after all.”

The other scout unit soldiers also showed clear signs of being quite surprised by the power of [World Opening] that Carlisle had demonstrated.

“Everyone, attention!”

“Attention!”

At Begman’s shout, the scout unit soldiers responded in unison.

“Anyone injured?”

“No sir!”

“Anyone dead?”

“No sir!”

“Good. Clean up quickly and return to the fortress.”

“Yes sir!”

Following Begman’s orders, the scout unit soldiers began cleaning up the scene where the battle had just taken place.

“Move them carefully. If they explode, your limbs will be blown off.”

“Yes sir.”

The scout unit removed the Magic Stone Traps while looting armor, weapons, and other belongings from the Barbarian Warriors’ corpses.

The Barbarian Warriors’ bodies were burned after the looting was finished.

According to Russell’s explanation, due to their cultural characteristics, they didn’t care at all whether their corpses were burned or not, so this was how they were disposed of.

While moving a Barbarian Warrior’s corpse with Russell, Carlisle suddenly had a question and spoke up.

“By the way.”

“Hm?”

“What exactly is Senior Soldier Wilson doing?”

The reason Carlisle asked such a question was because Wilson was doing something strange.

Slice, swoosh.

Wilson was carefully peeling off the scalps of the dead Barbarian Warriors one by one with meticulous care.

“Shh.”

Russell lowered his voice and cautioned Carlisle.

“Just ignore it and pretend you didn’t see. That’s why Senior Soldier Wilson got the nickname Barber.”

“Not because he’s a military barber, but because he scalps Barbarians?”

“Well, that’s part of it.”

“It sounds like that’s not all there is to it.”

“Senior Soldier Wilson is…”

Russell whispered in Carlisle’s ear.

“Actually bald.”

“What? But…”

Carlisle glanced at Wilson in the distance, who was peeling scalps from the Barbarian Warrior corpses.

“That’s a wig. Made from Barbarian scalps and hair.”

“That’s fucking disgusting.”

Carlisle squeezed his eyes shut.

No wonder that shaggy hair looked strangely unnatural…

“Why does he do that?”

“Oh, that.”

Russell shook his head as he answered.

“There was a girl he promised to marry before enlisting, but she dumped him.”

“Don’t tell me it was because he was bald?”

“Yeah.”

Russell nodded.

“I heard this secondhand, but apparently his hair started falling out rapidly before the wedding? So he’s got a grudge about it and does that. Just pretend you don’t know.”

“…”

He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at this.

Still, after hearing the story, he thought of Wilson less as a crazy person and more as someone rather pitiful.

“Why is this one like this?”

While moving another Barbarian Warrior’s corpse with Russell, Carlisle discovered something strange and tilted his head in confusion.

There were three arrows stuck in that part of the corpse.

“Oh, that. That’s Corporal Marder’s handiwork.”

“Don’t tell me.”

Carlisle’s face hardened as he recalled that Marder’s nickname was [Ball Crusher].

And that expectation was correct.

“Oh, right. Intermediate Soldier Marder’s specialty is castrating those barbarian bastards.”

“….”

“Was it about a month or two ago? That day, he grabbed a barbarian’s d….”

“Thank you for the information.”

Carlisle cut off Russell’s words because he didn’t want to hear any more.

‘There are two crazy bastards here.’

One was obsessed with scalping barbarians to make wigs, and the other had a hobby of targeting that particular spot(!)….

‘Then what about Stinky?’

Carlisle was curious about why Russell got such a nickname, but he didn’t bother asking.

Hearing it from a third party and asking the person directly had distinctly different feelings.

Besides, it’s not like [Stinky] was a good nickname anyway.

‘Is it just my imagination that this guy doesn’t seem normal either?’

Carlisle glanced at Russell with suspicious eyes.

“Why? Is there something on my face?”

“No.”

“Then why are you looking at me like that?”

“It’s nothing.”

Carlisle kept his mouth shut tight and concentrated on his work.

* * *

The scout unit finished cleaning up the battlefield, returned to the fortress, and went back to the barracks to rest.

Scout Captain Begman immediately went to find Commander Helen to report what happened during the search and reconnaissance.

“It seems the enemies are gradually resuming their activities.”

Helen’s expression became serious.

The fact that barbarians had infiltrated as far as the reconnaissance route was not an incident that could be taken lightly.

There was a high possibility that the barbarians, who had been quiet for a while, would again invade Decaron’s territory and attack each fortress.

If that happened, large and small battles would break out daily, causing tremendous damage and halting magic stone mining for some time.

“We’ll need to go out on search and reconnaissance more frequently for the time being. Please pay even more careful attention to patrolling the surroundings while the engineers are mining magic stones.”

“Yes, Sir Helen.”

“How was Carlisle? How did he behave?”

“The battle ended so quickly that I’m not entirely sure… but he’s definitely not ordinary.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“That kid cut a Barbarian Warrior in half with a single strike.”

“What?”

Helen doubted her own ears.

She couldn’t believe that the scoundrel, even if he was an outstanding child of House Sigmund, possessed such martial prowess.

“Is that really true?”

“You may find it hard to believe, but it’s true. I saw it clearly with my own two eyes.”

“But….”

Helen made a confused expression as she recalled the past Carlisle.

‘Oh my, what a sexy figure? Why are your breasts so full for a knight? It’s making my mouth water. Hehehe.’

How could that scoundrel who would grab passing knights by the wrist and spout dirty sexual jokes have such skills?

“Wasn’t it thanks to the Inheritance Sword?”

“Ah.”

Helen nodded as if she understood.

The Inheritance Sword, symbol of House Sigmund, was made from [Rune Steel] that could only be mined in Decaron, making it not only strong and elastic but also incredibly sharp.

Moreover, since it contained the enlightenment and unique divine authority of ancestors, the Inheritance Sword alone could turn the tide of battle.

In other words, even if he was a scoundrel, as long as he had the Inheritance Sword, displaying a certain level of martial prowess wouldn’t be too difficult.

Of course, no matter how much one possessed the Inheritance Sword, if the wielder’s skills were inadequate, it would ultimately be no different from putting a pearl necklace on a pig’s neck.

“How is his unit life?”

“He’s doing quite well.”

“Wh-what do you mean?”

“His way of speaking seems a bit rude, but aside from that, he hasn’t done anything problematic.”

“Really?”

“He doesn’t say unnecessary things, does well when given tasks, and seems to earnestly try to learn when taught something. Perhaps because he’s a direct descendant of House Sigmund, his basic military knowledge is also at a considerable level.”

“I can’t believe it. How could that scoundrel… did he have a change of heart or something?”

“Based on what I’ve seen so far… that would be the case.”

“I-I see. I understand. Still, just in case, I’d like you to keep a close eye on that kid for the time being. He’s like a time bomb that could explode at any moment.”

“Don’t worry, Sir Helen. I’ll keep a good watch on him.”

Begman spoke with emphasis as if to say not to worry.

* * *

Carlisle returned to the barracks and lay on his field cot, quietly lost in thought.

‘This is quite a violent world.’

That was something he hadn’t realized when experiencing it as a game.

But after going through his first real battle, he truly felt that this was a world ruled by sword and magic.

‘To think I killed people, searched corpses, and even burned them.’

Carlisle shuddered as he recalled the events of the past few hours.

The feeling of cutting a person for the first time was still vivid in his hands.

That sensation transmitted through the sword handle, of the blade cutting through human bone and flesh….

It wasn’t a pleasant experience, and Carlisle was glad about that.

If that sensation had felt good, he wouldn’t have been able to bear the self-loathing.

That said, he didn’t feel particularly mentally tormented or want to run away.

‘What choice do I have. I have no choice but to adapt and live.’

Since I was born… no, that’s not right!

Since he was possessing someone’s body, his mind was at ease.

‘Let’s not think too deeply. It’ll only give me a headache.’

The next morning.

Carlisle was sent to the magic stone mining site and assigned the task of standing guard there.

Protecting the engineers while they mined magic stones was one of the scout unit’s main duties.

Magic stones were like oil on Earth, being a resource with such high utility that there was almost nowhere they weren’t used.

So protecting the engineers mining magic stones was bound to be a very important mission.

“That kid is the famous Carlisle van Sigmund?”

“Shh! Keep it down. What if he hears you?”

“Hmm.”

The engineers looked at Carlisle as if he were a monkey in a zoo.

Since the famously notorious scoundrel Carlisle van Sigmund was wearing junior soldier insignia, for them it was like getting a lifetime’s worth of drinking stories.

Carlisle silently focused on his duty regardless of what the engineers were chattering about.

If he was going to live as Carlisle van Sigmund, he couldn’t avoid becoming the subject of gossip wherever he went.

‘Search and reconnaissance would be better. Sigh.’

Carlisle wasn’t particularly fond of the mission he was assigned.

Standing guard beside the engineers mining magic stones was too boring.

However, since he couldn’t pick and choose missions as a lowly soldier, he had no choice but to do as ordered for now.

After all, to receive unanimous approval in the voting that was the final process of [Noble Proof], not only combat but also usual conduct was important.

‘What’s around here.’

Since he had nothing to do anyway, instead of spacing out to kill time, Carlisle looked at the surrounding map and recalled his game knowledge.

Why?

Because the Blood-Soaked Land of Kuberin didn’t simply contain only the Decaron Army and Barbarian Warriors.

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