The Mad Spearman of the Northern Front - Chapter 25

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The Mad Spearman of the Northern Front (25)

“These bastards, just how much are they enjoying themselves that they still haven’t come back?”

Shadow Fang’s guild headquarters.

Formanker, who had been sitting in the Master’s Room, clicked his tongue and stood up from his seat.

He had told them to have some fun before killing her, but he never expected it to take this long.

Just as Formanker was about to call his subordinates with an irritated expression.

“Gyaaaaaahhhhh!”

Crash!

Screams and the sound of something breaking loudly came from the first floor.

At this, Formanker frowned and hurriedly rushed out of the room.

“What’s going on!”

Formanker, who was on the second floor, looked down and shouted.

And there, instead of his subordinates.

“Rishiven…!”

How was that bitch who should be dead here?

‘Was it a trap?’

No, even if it was a trap, it didn’t make sense.

Julan and Heirquan had moved together, and hadn’t he sent fifty guild members with them?

If it had been confirmed that Rishiven wasn’t there, they would have returned to headquarters immediately.

‘What the hell happened…?!’

His mind became complicated.

The subordinates on the first floor were falling one by one, and those guys were starting to come up.

Right now, he had to escape no matter what.

But then.

“There’s nowhere to run, Formanker.”

“You, you…!”

Rishiven, who had somehow blocked the rear, raised her dagger.

And…

“Lady Rishiven!”

“Formanker, you bastard!”

“You son of a…!”

The subordinates under Rishiven came up to the second floor and blocked Formanker’s path.

Formanker couldn’t hide his flustered expression in the situation where he was blocked front and back.

How did things end up like this?

But Rishiven looked at Formanker and said.

“All this time I’ve served you as master… I was foolish. Now it’s time to pay the price, Formanker.”

“You fucking bitch! How dare you be so insolent!”

Formanker screamed desperately, but.

Swoooosh! Thunk!

The dagger that left Rishiven’s hand embedded itself directly in Formanker’s forehead.

Formanker had already become a fat pig who hadn’t done any physical training, let alone body maintenance, for a long time.

There was no way anywhere for him to avoid Rishiven’s dagger, who had continuously sharpened her blade.

Thud.

As Formanker collapsed, Rishiven shouted loudly.

“Stooooooop!”

Those who had been fighting below hesitated and looked up at Rishiven.

Formanker was already dead.

At that sight, those who had followed him showed expressions of despair.

They thought that now they would all die here.

But Rishiven looked at them and said.

“I will not tolerate any more fighting. I’ll cover up all past matters… only those who will work together from now on should remain. If you want to leave, I’ll just let you go.”

“Master!”

“All of these guys…”

“Enough!”

Rishiven cut off her worried subordinates’ words with a single stroke.

She understood what they were worried about, but from now on, even that was her burden to bear.

Too many guild members had already died in this fight…

Soon after, Rishiven spoke as if making a declaration.

“From now on, I am the master of Shadow Fang. Anyone with complaints should speak up now.”

Unlike Formanker, she wasn’t threatening, but a solemn leadership dominated the hall.

At Rishiven’s words.

“I will follow the master.”

Keyton knelt on one knee and bowed his head. And as several subordinates knelt on one knee and shouted the same thing.

Thump!

“We will follow the master!”

All the guild members present struck one knee hard against the floor and shouted.

Now… Shadow Fang would change.

At this moment when their history had changed, Rishiven once again recalled the face of the boy who had come to find her.

* * *

“I never thought… such a thing would be possible.”

Her manner of speaking had changed.

She still seemed to be on guard, but the atmosphere had become considerably more respectful.

Arteon looked at Rishiven in front of him.

Rishiven, who had come to the location where the battle had ended, couldn’t hide her bewilderment as she looked at the scene thick with corpses.

She had never even imagined that a single person could completely annihilate over fifty guild members.

And that statement also meant that this man alone could potentially destroy all of them.

“What is it… that you want from me?”

She tried to speak as calmly as possible, but her voice trembling slightly was unavoidable.

Why had someone with such strong power come to these back alleys?

But…

Clink.

Arteon placed the pouch he had been carrying on the table.

“100 Gold.”

“…?”

“And with this money, buy as many spears and shields as possible from cities in the Central Region. It’s fine to trade with merchant groups entering Almers too.”

Arteon remembered.

The old weapons currently stuck in the military warehouse.

And that before long, the conflict with the Northern Region would heat up more intensely, requiring many weapons.

‘Back then… I didn’t know anything.’

Now there were many things that appeared new to him.

And that such situations could become big money for someone.

“There will be many things requiring money from now on. This matter will be a great help in solving your and your organization’s problems.”

The 100 Gold that Arteon had just given might not be that much money right now, but if this led to transactions once or twice, it would grow to at least 10 times… no, even more than that.

‘Originally… this should be money invested in Rishiven as a merchant group leader.’

Leading her toward the merchant group side would be fine too. After all, she’s someone with outstanding talent in that direction.

Above all, Rishiven was someone who valued trust.

She would never forget the favor she received from Arteon this time.

Thud.

Arteon immediately stood up from his seat.

“I’m Arteon from the 1st Division. If the situation stabilizes, send someone there. Then we’ll be able to meet again.”

“…Why are you helping me this much?”

“It’s an investment. There will be times when I need you too.”

It was still an incomprehensible answer, but Rishiven decided not to ask any more questions.

Just…

“I will never forget this help, Sir Arteon. Soon… I will come to see you again.”

Rishiven’s attitude toward Arteon had completely changed.

Now there was no trace of wariness whatsoever.

He simply thought of him as a benefactor who had helped him.

What intentions this person had in approaching him, whether those intentions were good or not – he decided to think about that later.

“Thank you for saving me and the kids under my command.”

“See you again.”

Watching Rishiven bow deeply in greeting, Arteon turned around.

He had thought that the 30-day leave might not be enough…

‘But it ended… much faster than I expected?’

Besides, now he didn’t have a single penny left.

There was no point in staying in a place like this when he was penniless.

Still…

Jingle.

Arteon picked up a few silver coins that made noise in his pouch.

“I can at least buy some snacks for the kids to take back.”

Though he felt some regret about his first outing in a long time, Arteon walked back toward the military base without hesitation.

There were too many things he had to do right now.

* * *

“The bastards who had positioned themselves in the plains in front of the 1st Defense Line have retreated all the way back to the gorge. If we can occupy this gorge, it will become a natural fortress for us.”

The 1st Division’s executive meeting.

All the battalion commanders in charge of each region, including Belkain, had gathered.

In front of them, Erban, the 1st Division’s strategist, pointed to the map as he spoke.

“Hmm…”

Belkain let out a small breath.

Certainly, if they could occupy the gorge as Erban said, the 1st Defense Line would no longer be the dangerous conflict zone it was now.

Instead of fighting with just the crudely built wall like now, they would have a proper fortress.

Moreover, unlike the Kar Tribe, weren’t they much superior at defensive strategies using fortresses?

“However, the problem is… how do we take this gorge.”

“That’s right. The fact that it could become an advantageous fortress for us means it’s also an extremely advantageous fortress for those bastards right now.”

No matter how lacking the Kar Tribe was in strategies utilizing fortresses, the difference between having and not having a fortress was clear.

“Rather, attacking first would become a major risk factor for us.”

“How about drawing those bastards to our side and fighting instead?”

Others offered their opinions one by one.

But Erban shook his head.

“According to current scout confirmation, approximately a thousand Kar Tribe members are stationed at this fortress. Probably… if time passes, they’ll replenish their forces and come forward again.”

If that happened, the hellish war of daily attrition battles would continue again in the same location as before.

Belkain’s expression hardened.

Right now, wasn’t this a situation where they could neither do this nor that?

But then it was.

“If we find a method… we have a chance of victory if we use a small number of elite soldiers to infiltrate inside the gorge and then break through just the entry route.”

Erban pointed to the area near the gorge on the map hanging on the wall with his rod.

However…

“Even with elite soldiers, if they can’t properly grasp the gorge’s terrain, the risk factors would be too great. Would it be possible to understand the terrain through reconnaissance?”

“The outer areas might be possible, but… understanding the positions inside seems impossible.”

“Then… the risk burden seems too great.”

One of the battalion commanders advised against it.

If they carelessly formed a small unit with elite soldiers and lost them, there would be major problems with their military strength.

However, everyone agreed that Erban’s strategy wasn’t bad.

If a small number of elite soldiers infiltrated inside the gorge and opened the entry route, the subsequent battle would be much easier.

At that, Belkain lightly tapped the table with his index finger.

Tap… Tap… Tap…

His expression seemed full of concern.

This was a moment that required more careful decision-making than ever.

The 1st Defense Line, the most fierce battlefield in the Northern Region.

An opportunity had come to completely change its situation.

Belkain let out a small breath.

“Phew… Then let’s do this.”

Belkain looked at the battalion commanders in front of him and spoke.

“Issue an official notice to all units. First, let’s find out if there’s anyone who knows the terrain of Helikel Gorge beyond the 1st Defense Line well.”

“…It won’t be easy. Helikel Gorge wasn’t originally our territory… and there would be almost no cases where one could go there.”

But it seemed they should at least try, with the feeling of grasping at any straw.

If there was no one, they could find another method afterward.

Belkain didn’t have high expectations either.

As Erban said, Helikel Gorge wasn’t a place that the Empire’s soldiers could easily approach.

However…

An unexpected answer came from an unexpected place.

“I know it. The terrain of Helikel Gorge.”

Unwavering eyes.

A confident expression.

At one soldier’s words, the entire division was turned upside down.

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