How a Two-Life Scoundrel Lives - Chapter 59
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【Chapter 59】
It was hard to believe, but no one doubted Carlisle.
Carlisle’s appearance proved it all.
He looked like he had been drenched in blood from head to toe, not just bloodied—who could dare deny it?
Anyone could see this was someone who had just finished slaughtering enemies…
“Let me go wash up. Ugh.”
Carlisle made a disgusted expression.
And rightfully so.
His hair and even his military uniform were thoroughly soaked in enemy blood, causing red droplets to drip down with every step he took.
[Notice: 【Noble Proof】 progress has reached 90%! (9/10)]
[Notice: 【Noble Proof】 progress has reached 90%! (9/10)]
[Notice: 【Noble Proof】 progress has reached 90%! (9/10)]
[Notice: 【Noble Proof】 progress has reached 90%! (9/10)]
[Notice: 【Noble Proof】 progress has reached 90%! (9/10)]
Just one more battle and he could escape his lowly private status, but Carlisle couldn’t care less about that.
“Private Russell. Please bring Private Carlisle a new military uniform.”
“Yes!”
Russell rushed off toward the barracks.
“Private Carlisle.”
“Yes, Sir Helen.”
“You’ve worked hard. As your commanding officer, I express my respect for your distinguished service.”
“Then will you give me a reward leave too?”
“Reward leave…?”
“Someone told me. That you get reward leave when you achieve merit.”
“…”
Helen looked dumbfounded.
To think he’d ask for reward leave first in this situation…
“Let’s discuss reward leave after the situation is resolved. Now isn’t the time for such conversations.”
“Will you give it or not?”
“I’ll give it. At least ten days or more.”
“Understood.”
“I’m granting you rest. So you can reorganize yourself.”
“Yes.”
Only after hearing Helen’s definitive answer about reward leave did Carlisle head to the well.
Splash!
As Carlisle poured a bucket over his head to wash off the blood, Baby Dragon jumped out from his chest.
From Baby Dragon’s perspective, being suddenly drenched while sleeping was understandably startling.
“Haaaah! What the hell are you doing? And what’s with that appearance?”
“Huh? You were still there?”
“What?”
“I didn’t even know you were there.”
Carlisle said indifferently.
“What do you mean by that? You didn’t know I was there?”
“You’re like a pet… no, I mean. Your master was going through all that hardship and you didn’t even show your face, so I thought you’d run away.”
Splash!
Carlisle said this while lifting the bucket and pouring water over his head.
“I was sleeping, you know?”
Baby Dragon bristled at Carlisle’s pointed words.
“How can you sleep through all that? When your master’s life was on the line?”
“What can I do about being sleepy as a newborn?”
“That’s just an excuse.”
“What? An excuse? Haaaah!”
Baby Dragon flapped around and swung its front paws at Carlisle.
Thwap!
“…?”
Carlisle tilted his head.
“Haaaah!”
Baby Dragon swung its front paws twice more.
Thwap thwap!
“…?”
Far from hurting, it wasn’t even ticklish.
“Use this.”
“Thank you.”
Russell approached and handed Carlisle a new military uniform and towel.
“But you know…”
“Yes?”
“Were you… always that strong? How did you handle so many enemies…”
“The conditions just happened to be right, I’m not normally that strong.”
“R-really?”
“Yes.”
Carlisle wiped the blood from his face with the towel as he spoke.
Even during this, Baby Dragon’s attacks on Carlisle continued.
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“Why is it acting like this?”
“I don’t know.”
“It seems angry?”
“I guess so.”
“Seems like you should comfort it…”
“It’ll develop bad habits.”
Carlisle answered while squeezing the blood out of his hair with the towel.
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“But you know.”
“Hm?”
“Is it possible to transfer reward leave to someone else?”
“Shouldn’t you ask Sir Helen about that? Leave matters are at the commanding officer’s discretion. But why? Do you have someone to give it to?”
“Not particularly.”
Carlisle changed into the new military uniform Russell had brought, as if it was nothing special.
‘Come back alive. Then I’ll share a day or two with you.’
How eagerly he had been waiting for leave…
How desperate must he have been for Carlisle to even think of sharing his reward leave.
“I’m going to rest for a bit, so call me if anything happens.”
“O-okay.”
Carlisle trudged toward the barracks.
‘I should rest even briefly. Something big will happen soon enough.’
Anticipating that enemies would launch a large-scale offensive, Carlisle lay on his cot and closed his eyes for a moment.
* * *
Meanwhile, Byron, the messenger from Bowden Fortress, arrived at the Decaron 2nd Army Command Headquarters and immediately met with Commander Rebesk to deliver Helen’s letter.
The letter contained information about detecting signs of a powerful dark mage’s activity, and requested urgent reinforcements as a large-scale offensive from the Butcher Tribe was expected.
“A dark mage…”
Rebesk’s expression grew serious.
Fighting with barbarians was nothing new, so that would be manageable, but a dark mage was a different story entirely.
This was a matter that should be handled by Grand Duke Guntram, the ruler of Decaron, or at the kingdom level, not something that could be dealt with at Rebesk’s level.
“I command as your commander. Tell Helen, the commander of Bowden Fortress, to immediately withdraw with all her forces.”
“Excuse me…?”
Byron doubted his own ears.
“Withdraw… did you say?”
“Why, is something wrong?”
“If I may dare to speak… it seems you have misread the letter, Commander.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Sir Helen requested reinforcements, not permission to withdraw…”
“You bastard.”
Rebesk shot up and approached Byron, grabbing him by the collar.
With Rebesk’s height of 190 centimeters and weight of 120 kilograms, lifting someone like Byron was nothing at all.
“Guk, guhek!”
Byron dangled in the air, suffering in pain.
“How dare a mere messenger object to a commander’s orders…”
“Guhek!”
“Is this how Captain Helen educates her subordinates?”
“Th-that’s not… geok!”
“If that’s not it…”
Crack!
Rebesk tightened his grip on Byron’s collar.
“Does even a mere messenger like you look down on me because I’m an adopted son-in-law and not a real Sigmund?”
“Gueoeoeoek!”
“I’ll give you special consideration this time. But if you object to this commander’s orders one more time, I’ll break your neck then.”
Thud!
Byron was roughly thrown to the ground.
“Kueueuk!”
Byron let out a pained groan.
“I’ll say it again, there are no reinforcements. However, I’ll permit withdrawal, so tell Captain Helen. Return to headquarters immediately with all forces. I will personally report the matter of the dark mage to higher authorities, so let her know that.”
“L-loyalty. Kueuk!”
Byron gritted his teeth and forced himself up despite the crushing pain throughout his body.
Every minute and second was urgent.
He had to deliver the withdrawal order as quickly as possible.
‘Damn it! A withdrawal order instead of reinforcements! He’s telling them all to die!’
Byron cursed inwardly as he left the headquarters.
However, since Commander Rebesk had issued a withdrawal order instead of sending reinforcements, there was nothing a mere messenger could do about it.
All he could do was deliver the withdrawal order as quickly as possible…
‘Please let nothing happen until the order is delivered…’
Byron was thinking such thoughts as he headed back toward Bowden Fortress when…
“Hey, you there!”
One of Rebesk’s adjutants urgently called out to stop Byron.
“You’re the messenger from Bowden Fortress, right?”
“Yes, that’s correct.”
“Then wait here for a moment. There might be additional orders coming down.”
“Don’t tell me the Commander has decided to send reinforcements?”
Byron’s expression brightened.
“Sorry, but that’s not it.”
“Ah…”
“Still, it doesn’t seem like a particularly bad order for you, so just wait a little. It won’t take too long.”
“Understood.”
Byron waited for the order to come down without knowing what it was about.
“You’re Private Byron, right?”
“Ah, yes.”
After waiting for almost 2 hours, Rebesk’s adjutant came back and spoke.
“As of this moment, you are…”
“Th-that’s…”
Byron was so shocked upon hearing the order that he couldn’t continue speaking.
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“…I thought so.”
Carlisle woke up from the noise coming from outside the barracks.
He had been wondering why things were so quiet, but it seemed a large-scale enemy offensive was imminent.
“Are you sleepy?”
“Kuul…”
Carlisle looked down at the baby dragon curled up in his arms and muttered as if incredulous.
It had been fuming with anger earlier, but now it seemed to have exhausted itself and fallen asleep.
“Carlisle! Get up quickly!”
“I’m up.”
“This is terrible! Come out right now! Hurry!”
“I’m coming.”
Carlisle replied to Russell, who had come looking for him, and slowly got up.
‘Having to get up to die.’
A snicker escaped at the sudden thought.
In Carlisle’s judgment, seeing that things had gone wrong, death was a foregone conclusion.
The Butcher Tribe or Dark Mage Crowley had definitely attacked, but how long could Bowden Fortress possibly hold out?
Unless reinforcements came, it was perfectly natural that all forces stationed at Bowden Fortress would be annihilated.
Of course, that didn’t mean he had any intention of doing nothing and just dying.
Even if he was going to die, he planned to make it as difficult as possible and drain the enemies’ strength.
‘Yes, I’ll try to take as many as possible with me as you said.’
Carlisle recalled Grand Duke Guntram’s request.
– Even if you cry in fear, cry inwardly, and even if you want to live, don’t beg for your life. If you’re going to die anyway, die honorably and magnificently. Die gloriously enough to be remembered for generations as a proud member of Sigmund.
– Even if you cry in fear, cry inwardly, and even if you want to live, don’t beg for your life. If you’re going to die anyway, die honorably and magnificently. Die gloriously enough to be remembered for generations as a proud member of Sigmund.
‘It would be a more meaningful death than being hit by a truck. Kuk.’
Carlisle thought this as he left the barracks.
Murmur murmur!
“Ugh!”
“We’re all going to die! We’re going to die!”
Even though the battle hadn’t properly started yet, the fortress was in complete chaos.
‘It’s already the worst.’
For soldiers, morale is more important than anything else, and with this atmosphere even before battle began, the outcome was as clear as day.
“What’s happening?”
Carlisle climbed up the castle wall and asked the scout members.
“See for yourself.”
Begman pointed toward the front.
“Hmm.”
Carlisle let out a groan as if savoring the scene before his eyes.
“We’re all going to die.”
“Yeah, we’re all going to die.”
Begman spoke as if agreeing with Carlisle’s assessment.
It was a perfectly natural conversation.
In front of Bowden Fortress.
Hundreds of Barbarian Warriors and undead monsters were lined up in formation.
This meant that the Butcher Tribe and Dark Mage Crowley had joined forces.
‘No wonder this region falls into the Barbarians’ hands a few years later.’
Carlisle realized what the hidden backstory of the game scenario had been.
It seemed there had been a conspiracy with the Barbarians behind Dark Mage Crowley’s ability to grow powerful enough to threaten even Decaron.
“Even if we’re going to die, we can’t just die without a fight.”
Carlisle took out a green brick from his chest and descended the castle wall.
“Where are you going, Private Carlisle?”
“I need to try something.”
“…?”
“I should at least try to increase the fortress’s defense. It would have been much better if the castle wall was made of stone… though it’ll get breached anyway.”
Carlisle answered Helen’s question, then borrowed a field shovel used by the engineers, dug into the ground at the very center of the fortress, and buried the green brick inside.
“Private Carlisle, what on earth are you doing….”
Helen looked completely bewildered, but figured there must be some reason and let Carlisle do as he pleased.
Meanwhile, the enemies—the Barbarian Warriors and undead monsters—began moving simultaneously.
It seemed there had been some agreement between the commanders, namely Chief Zarkan and Dark Mage Crowley, before entering battle.
“Oh, they’re coming!”
As soon as someone shouted, an earth-shaking sound began to be heard.
Thud thud thud thud thud!
A full seven Barbarian Warriors were casting [Destruction Chariot], charging toward Bowden Fortress.
Crash!
The moment the seven Destruction Chariots collided with the castle wall made of wooden palisades.
Whoooosh!
A powerful shockwave burst from the castle wall, sending the Destruction Chariots flying far away.
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