The Mad Spearman of the Northern Front - Chapter 113

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The Mad Spearman of the Northern Front (113)

Belkain’s Office.

On the desk lay an unorganized pile of documents, and Belkain slowly flipped through them one by one, fixing his gaze.

One….

“Arteon has entered an instructor position?”

“Yes, that’s correct. It seems Lieutenant Ruocal has taken notice of Lieutenant Arteon.”

As an emotionless, cold voice flowed out, Claw, who was standing in front, answered briefly.

A faint smile spread across Belkain’s lips.

“He stands out wherever he goes. Not a bad choice.”

For him, and for us too.

Belkain closed the documents he was looking at and stood up from his seat, heading toward the window.

The northern wind still whipped fiercely, but outside the window, quite a few soldiers had come out to continue training along with remaining tasks.

Belkain muttered as if to himself.

“Not just his skills, but… he seems to have quite a knack for teaching as well.”

Since Arteon was assigned as the 4th Squad leader, reports about them had been coming up frequently.

While some tolerated their noisy behavior from dawn, there were also those who complained.

However, most were looking upon it favorably.

Though what they were doing was difficult, everyone knew it was the right thing to do.

‘Moreover….’

The new reinforcement troops coming this time.

Among them, he knew about the forces Ruocal had entrusted to Arteon.

They were closer to wild beasts than proper soldiers.

Or just trash harboring half-baked dreams.

‘The method to tame such uncontrolled beasts… ordinary methods won’t work.’

Belkain recalled the moment he first met Arteon.

When he had instantly killed Moldrek, who was a spy, and returned alive from the Bareda Hill punishment.

At that time, Arteon could truly be called raw wildness… itself.

It was the first time he had felt such a chilling sensation looking into the eyes of a boy who only came up to his chest.

The corners of Belkain’s mouth twitched and twisted.

That smile contained both interest and a strangely sharp glint.

Then Belkain turned his head and spoke to Claw.

“Give him support. Don’t mind if a few dozen die.”

“…Understood.”

If they couldn’t survive this training anyway, they’d be the ones to die within a day after the war began.

The Northern Front battlefield was that cruel a place.

Claw raised his head to look at Belkain.

His eyes were gleaming sharply and seriously, as if he were standing on a battlefield from the past.

At that sight, Claw hesitated for a moment, but soon approached closer and spoke in a lowered voice.

“And there’s a report that those forces are mixed in with this reinforcement.”

“….”

A moment of silence settled heavily in the office.

Belkain’s fingertips tapped against the window frame.

“Is that so.”

“Should we just leave them be?”

“…It won’t be easy, but identify them secretly. We need to understand what intentions they have first.”

“Understood.”

Claw bowed his head deeply once more and stepped back.

Soon after he left the office, silence settled over the remaining space.

“…Phew.”

Belkain let out a long breath while looking out the window.

A strange sense of disillusionment spread across his face.

And deep in his eyes, thick killing intent was rippling.

“Really… how tiresome.”

With a low mutter, Belkain was once again recalling in his mind the Northern Front battlefield that even he found difficult to handle.

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The newly reinforced troops.

Among them, those who were to receive education from Arteon had gathered in one place.

All of them were difficult to control.

Over 80% of them had committed crimes large and small that brought them here.

Each had vastly different dispositions, and their purposes were inevitably different as well.

Before them stood a dozen instructors, and around them, about a hundred soldiers surrounded them holding spears and shields.

But despite all this, the training ground was an absolute chaos.

“What are you staring at, you fucking bastard!”

“You fox-like son of a bitch! Do I need to tear your mouth apart for you to bow your head!”

Curses and shouts could be heard from everywhere.

Several of them were already throwing punches and expressing their anger within seconds of arriving.

At that sight, Arteon’s brow furrowed.

‘…The situation is worse than expected?’

Perhaps it was because they had to hastily fill the ranks.

It seemed like anyone who had even the slightest fault had been thrown to the Northern Region.

Thanks to that, the soldiers and other instructors surrounding them were shouting and trying to restrain them, but it had no effect whatsoever.

Rather, several of them were screaming as if they would charge at the soldiers and instructors at any moment.

“….”

Arteon, who had been watching this scene, let out a small sigh.

But soon he slowly walked forward and drew up his mana.

Arteon’s voice, imbued with mana, resonated low throughout the training ground.

“Everyone, be silent.”

Just one word.

But that single word contained not just simple power, but thick killing intent and tremendous aura.

The resonance that spread through the air penetrated the eardrums of everyone in the training ground.

Instantly, the murmuring soldiers flinched and froze in place.

Wooooooooong!

Blue currents began to ripple along Arteon’s body.

And the moment they saw that sight.

Those in the training ground had to feel pressure as if a massive beast was gripping their leash right before their eyes.

“….”

“….”

Gulp.

The training ground, which had been noisier than a marketplace, instantly became quiet.

Heavy silence pressed down on their shoulders, and someone’s swallowing sound could be heard clearly.

Truly, a stillness as if they were barely breathing at death’s threshold.

Arteon continued coldly.

“From this moment on, if anyone causes a disturbance, I will punish them immediately. As for the severity of that punishment… I’ll leave that to each person’s imagination.”

A chilling atmosphere spread among the soldiers.

Simply 1st Star, 2nd Star, 3rd Star.

Though these were just numerical expressions, the aura emitted by someone who had reached 4th Star… especially one who could skillfully handle aura, transcended imagination.

Ordinary people found it impossible to even stand properly just by facing that aura, their legs giving out.

Though over five hundred people were gathered in that place.

‘J-j-just one person….’

‘C-can’t breathe….’

The aura emanating from just one person was more than enough to swallow them all whole.

But then.

“Fuck, what bullshit! Punishment? Kill him, you bastard!”

A man in a corner shouted loudly.

Along with him, the soldiers around him struck him with the clubs they were holding, but.

“These fucking bastards! Fucking bastards!”

He continued spewing curses without rest as he knelt on the ground.

Clank.

He was wearing restraints bound with iron chains on both ankles and wrists.

He was so tall that the heads of the soldiers standing beside him couldn’t even reach his shoulders, and through his torn shirt, quite deep scars were visible.

Looking at him, someone said.

“Ka, Kamarkan! It’s Kamarkan of the Turak Tribe!”

“Kamarkan? That crazy Kamarkan?”

Because of the long hair covering his face, he couldn’t be properly recognized, but with someone’s shout, the training ground fell into chaos once again.

Kamarkan raised his head.

“That’s right! I am Kamarkan! The great mass murderer who tore a hundred men to death, Kamarkan!”

Red-haired Comrade howled and shouted like a wild beast.

The soldiers’ beatings continued above him, but Red-haired Comrade’s eyes glaring at Arteon remained undying.

Arteon said.

“Stop. Stop and step back.”

With those words, the soldiers who had been swinging clubs hesitated and stepped back.

Arteon walked through the conscripted soldiers toward Kamarkan.

Kamarkan snorted and stood up again.

“Stop messing around with these shackles… Let’s have a proper fight. If you break me, then I’ll obey orders without complaint.”

Every time Red-haired Comrade shrugged his shoulders and exhaled, white breath seemed to flow out like a monster.

His two eyes filled with killing intent could not be called human, and even in this cold weather, steam was rising from his body.

At that sight, Arteon quietly looked at him.

A familiar situation.

‘No…’

It had always been like this.

Rather, this was good.

There was no way to persuade all these guys with words.

Especially if they were beasts rather than humans.

He knew better than anyone how to handle such guys.

Arteon nodded.

“Release him.”

“It’s dangerous. He’s the one who killed dozens of soldiers.”

“I’ll take full responsibility, so release him.”

Arteon looked at the handcuffs on Kamarkan’s wrists and ankles.

They weren’t ordinary handcuffs, but ones with the ability to suppress mana.

Moreover, if he had killed dozens of soldiers…

‘At least 2nd Star or higher… no, maybe even more?’

But his thoughts didn’t continue for long.

“Then, Lieutenant Arteon will take responsibility. We have no responsibility.”

“Yes.”

With a short answer, the restraints binding Red-haired Comrade were released.

Click!

Thud!

The restraints connected by thick iron chains fell to the ground.

Along with that, Red-haired Comrade’s suppressed power flowed out in all directions.

‘More than I thought…’

Beyond expectations.

The Turak Tribe of the Southern Region.

He didn’t know the details, but he had heard of them before.

Just as there was the Chevilk Tribe with special powers among the Kar Tribe, there were immigrants of various tribes with different characteristics within the Empire.

The Turak Tribe was one of those immigrants.

However, such ‘specialness’ always became attractive prey for those who called themselves noble.

‘I think… they were often used as slaves for the nobles’ entertainment…’

Perhaps this guy might be one of those victims, he thought.

He had killed those who deserved to die, but as a consequence, he ended up here.

“…Still, it can’t be helped.”

“What are you muttering to yourself!”

Swoooooosh!

Kamarkan picked up the large shackle that had fallen to the ground and swung it toward Arteon.

The shackle falling from above to below aimed at Arteon like a whip.

Bang!

But Arteon dodged by a hair’s breadth.

The shackle that hit the ground scattered snow in all directions and created a strong resonance.

Those nearby clicked their tongues at Kamarkan’s brute strength and instinctively stepped back one or two more steps.

But…

“I have no ill feelings toward you. It’s just… I have something I need to do right now.”

So…

“I’ll only do it once, so tense up your body and endure it.”

Before he knew it, Iglis was gripped in Arteon’s hand.

Arteon, who had transformed it into spear form, slowly raised Iglis upward.

Along with that, people’s gazes turned to Iglis gripped in Arteon’s hand.

Wooooooong!

As Iglis emitted a subtle light along with a blue glow.

An indescribable sense of pressure.

Even people who were more than twenty meters away couldn’t breathe properly due to that pressure, so how much more so for Kamarkan.

Kamarkan unknowingly dropped the shackle he was holding.

And at that moment.

Swoosh.

Iglis was swung toward Kamarkan.

Kwaaaaaaaaaaang!

With a tremendous roar, the entire training ground began to shake.

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