I Inherited a Beautiful Wife and a Territory - Chapter 63

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Inheriting a Beautiful Wife and Estate Episode 063

63. Selection Quest

Content: A group of bandits with sinister plans for the estate has appeared.

Subjugate them and demonstrate the military might of your estate

*Cannot be performed simultaneously with the Bandit Recruitment Quest

Conditions

-Punish mercenary captain Reton

-Punish mercenary officer Marcos

-Punish mercenary officer Rick

-Subjugate the Reton Mercenary Corps

Rewards

-Military category level increase

-Estate experience 200

-Dignity stat 1

Content: A group of bandits with sinister plans for the estate has appeared.

Persuade them to become part of your estate’s forces!

*Cannot be performed simultaneously with the Bandit Subjugation Quest

Conditions

-Recruit mercenary captain Reton

Rewards

-Military category level increase

-Lord experience 250

Two quests visible to Cliff’s eyes.

It was the first time two quests had appeared at once. The quest system was essentially providing him with a choice.

‘And this system probably thinks I can succeed at both, right?’

Setting aside subjugation, recruitment was also possible.

And the word ‘sinister plans’ mixed into the quest content.

Originally, he might have considered choosing recruitment. But the words written in the quest bothered him too much to select it.

He still wasn’t sure if this was the right choice.

But one thing was certain.

“This is your lord’s command. Subjugate the bandits disturbing the estate!”

The bandits had no idea they were coming.

It was all thanks to Belgimov’s strategy.

The advice he had given to Cliff.

“My lord, you should first take half the troops to Ballard Village. Have five wolves pull carts with the troops loaded on them.”

That way, they would expose that personnel had come to Ballard Village.

And the remaining half would move stealthily riding Shadow Wolves. Then at night they would regroup and launch a surprise attack on the Reton Mercenary Corps’ location.

It was a tactic only possible because of the Shadow Wolves.

Unlike in Romance of the Three Kingdoms or historical dramas, night raids were extremely rare in actual warfare.

‘The attackers’ vision is too short, and lighting torches would expose them immediately.’

Footsteps were also a problem.

At night, those sounds carried far. When an army moved, especially on horseback, there was a high chance of being detected no matter how careful they were.

But Shadow Wolves moved stealthily despite their size.

They made no sound.

‘Being all black is also optimal.’

While the Shadow Wolves’ black bodies stood out during the day, it was the opposite at night.

Black objects moving in dark places weren’t easily noticed. They might be spotted if looked at carefully, but people tend to be lax in their vigilance at night.

And they had a secret weapon.

“Squad 1, fire!”

They aimed the prepared crossbows at where the mercenaries were.

Aiming was difficult. But it was fine.

Just the threat was enough, and if a stray arrow happened to hit an enemy, that was a bonus.

Ping. Ping.

Arrows left the crossbows and flew in that direction.

Screams came from the direction they flew. Torches also moved around near the target area.

Sometimes archers used this to hit their targets.

“Squad 2, fire immediately after!”

12 men in 4 rows.

48 soldiers shot at targets in succession.

Squad 1 would shoot and move back, and while they reloaded, Squad 2 would follow up.

When shooting, he deliberately had them use the kneeling position.

Meanwhile, Squad 3 also aimed their crossbows at the enemy camp.

“Squad 3, fire!”

Squad 3 knelt and Squad 4 took aim.

As with night shooting, it didn’t matter if they missed. But every time a squad shot arrows, two or three enemies would fall and roll on the ground.

‘If 12 men hit 2-3 targets, the accuracy rate isn’t particularly high.’

But that was enough.

The enemy was in complete panic. Meanwhile, Squads 1 and 2 loaded their crossbows and mounted the Shadow Wolves.

Teobaldt also took position at the front.

“I’ll be back, my lord.”

Squad 4’s shooting began.

While Squad 3 reloaded, Squad 4 shot, and Squads 1 and 2 charged toward the enemy.

To avoid friendly fire, they circled slightly to target the enemy’s flank.

“Hide behind cover!”

“Get down! Move while crawling!”

“It’s arrows! Strong bows too! Hide yourselves from the enemies as much as possible!”

True to experienced mercenaries, their response was quick.

But that was their mistake.

Lying flat on the ground to avoid arrows. While doing so and only watching for arrows, they failed to notice the wolf riders’ approach.

“…Looking at this, these guys were really scary creatures, weren’t they?”

Cliff said.

Shadow Wolves.

Since he was watching them, he could see the movement of the small black wave. But it would be impossible for the enemy.

Especially while they continued shooting crossbows.

Then the only way to detect them would be through sound.

“Not making sound is a basic quality of shadows.”

Belgimov said.

He wasn’t talking about Dark Elves. The Shadow Wolves also made no sound while running.

They might have been able to respond during the day, but it was impossible at night. However, it was hard to excuse it as simply not knowing.

“Argh!”

“Gah!”

“Enemy! It’s a diversion!”

Those surprised by arrows coming from a different line than where they were watching.

But that was all.

They were struck down the moment they tried to get up.

‘Wolves attacking without sound…’

It was a moment that clearly showed the terrifying aspect of Shadow Wolves.

A silent cavalry.

‘That’s cheating.’

For those who had been lying flat to avoid arrows, it was truly the arrival of death itself.

The wolves trampled with their body weight, and the soldiers riding on them raised their lances to stab the fallen enemies.

Before the opponents could get up, they were skewered by the charging spears in that awkward position.

“Guk!”

“Ahhh! Wolves!”

And the massive wolves suddenly emerging from the darkness.

This was terror in itself.

Even the experienced mercenary company panicked and froze. Only those with quick reflexes tried to stand up, but in the process they were hit by the wolves’ body slams or stabbed by spears.

The Leton Mercenary Corps fell one after another.

“Everyone take up your weapons!”

Adolf’s command to those who came with him.

This was an order for the remaining 3rd and 4th squads. They weren’t yet accustomed to fighting while riding Shadow Wolves.

However, with the situation having reached this point, the tide of battle had already turned. Following Adolf, they joined the suppression as infantry.

Their weapons weren’t anything grand either.

Thud.

“Guk.”

“Kheuk.”

They were just clubs.

Not bladed weapons.

Yet even with these, the mercenaries clutched their heads and fell down. Of course, mercenaries who had been through battlefields weren’t really surrendering just from being hit by clubs.

‘I need to survive.’

‘Thank goodness. They don’t intend to kill us!’

Knowing this, the mercenaries pretended to be hit even when they weren’t, deliberately letting themselves be captured by the soldiers.

However, there were some whose attitude differed from these mercenaries.

“Did you think you could attack us and still live!”

Rick.

He grabbed his weapons and charged at the soldiers.

It was difficult for ordinary soldiers to stop him since he could use aura. Fortunately, there was also strength on our side to deal with such opponents.

Clang.

Adolf raised his shield and deflected Rick’s attack.

Similar situations occurred elsewhere.

“Please listen to us! We are definitely not bandits! We’re just mercenaries who heard the news and hope to be employed by the lord!”

“Bah! For bandits, your words flow like water!”

Teobaldt pressuring an old man.

That old man’s skills weren’t ordinary either, as he showed an evenly matched close combat against Teobaldt. At minimum, he possessed strength greater than Adolf’s.

‘That old man must be Reton.’

Cliff guessed his identity.

Adolf and Rick also had similar skills and experience.

An evenly matched fight.

“The fights in both places seem evenly matched between our knights and your forces?”

Flinch.

Cliff threw his words into the air.

The opponent flinched and panicked.

“The mercenaries also seem ready to give up cleanly and surrender now.”

“…!”

The opponent was surprised.

Cliff raised the corner of his mouth.

“Still thinking of giving it a try? If you catch me, you could reverse this situation, right?”

Clang.

Sparks flew as their swords collided.

Reton broke into a cold sweat at his opponent’s heavy sword strikes.

Even strong aura abilities couldn’t overcome the passage of time. Though their skills were similar, his stamina couldn’t match his opponent’s. After exchanging swords several times, Reton quickly grew tired.

“Huff. Huff.”

It was unbelievable.

Though it was dark, being this close he could tell his opponent was young.

‘When did such a young person accumulate this much aura?’

This was troublesome.

If he continued fighting here, his defeat was certain.

Knowing this fact, Teobaldt also had leisure.

“Old man. How about surrendering instead of wasting more energy here?”

With that leisure, Reton could observe his surroundings.

‘Hmm. Even Rick is being held back?’

The simple Rick was already engaged in close combat with one of the enemy knights.

That fight was also evenly matched.

Rick couldn’t turn the tide. But he hadn’t expected anything from Rick, his younger son, to begin with.

‘That simple fellow is doing his best just managing that much. Rather, the only one I can rely on is Marcos.’

Fortunately.

Marcos wasn’t on the battlefield.

The clever eldest son had moved to make a play that would overturn the current situation. Namely, capturing the enemy’s commander. Since the enemy had overwhelming superiority in forces, there was no alternative but to capture their head.

In fact, Reton’s judgment was accurate.

When the arrows were shot, Marcos had circled around to find that direction. And he had succeeded in getting behind Cliff.

Or so he thought.

‘To send everyone to the battlefield without even leaving guards behind. That’s your mistake.’

Marcos prepared himself.

A noble-looking man wearing obviously high-quality clothes.

He was the commander.

So if Marcos could just capture him here, he might be able to reverse the current situation.

If his opponent hadn’t noticed him getting this close, this operation had a high chance of success.

“The fights in both places seem evenly matched between our knights and your forces?”

Cliff’s question thrown with a calm expression.

Until he heard that, he had thought so.

Flinch.

Marcos looked around.

Tensing up, wondering if perhaps it was a question directed at someone else.

“The mercenaries also seem ready to give up cleanly and surrender now.”

“….”

No.

It couldn’t be.

If his opponent had noticed his approach, he couldn’t understand why they would let him get this close.

“Still thinking of giving it a try? If you catch me, you could reverse this situation, right?”

But with Cliff’s following words, he now realized for certain.

Goosebumps rising to his head.

‘My thoughts have already been read!’

With that thought making him feel chilled, Marcos couldn’t hold back any longer and reflexively swung his sword.

Killing Cliff wasn’t the objective, but it didn’t matter now.

Clang.

But his sword was blocked by a figure that emerged from behind Cliff.

An opponent holding daggers in both hands, crossing them to block Marcos’s strike.

‘A woman?’

That was his only thought.

“Intimidation.”

Cliff muttered.

“Gasp!”

Along with that, a massive presence spread throughout the world.

He felt as if a giant was looking down at him.

That giant spoke.

“Since you have no chance of winning anyway, how about just surrendering?”

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