The Mad Spearman of the Northern Front - Chapter 307

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Mad Spearman of the Northern Front (307)
The Medical Room was silent.
The distant shouts from the Training Ground outside seeped faintly through the walls, but this place felt like an entirely different world—serene and undisturbed.
The air was filled with the gentle scent of burning incense mingled with the distinctive bitter aroma of medicinal herbs.
Shelves lining the walls held dried herbs, bandages, and various medical instruments arranged in meticulous order, while simple beds for the wounded were lined up near the window.
One of them.
On a bed draped in white cloth, Terik’s eyelids trembled slowly.
“…Ugh.”
A heavy sensation pressed down on my head.
My entire body ached, and my head throbbed with a sharp, splitting pain.
The moment I opened my eyes.
“Yaaaaaaah!”
Thud!
Something crashed into me without warning.
It was Bran.
His massive frame collided with me as he threw his arms around me, burying his face in my chest and sobbing uncontrollably.
“Yaaaaaah…! I thought you were dead…!”
“Agh, it hurts… you bastard…!”
My chest was crushed, and pain exploded through me.
My face contorted.
Reflexively, I brought my fist down on Bran’s head.
Thud!
“Ow!”
Bran clutched his head and pulled back.
“Back off, you madman… I can’t breathe….”
I pushed myself up, breathing heavily.
Only then did my surroundings come into focus.
“…The Medical Room?”
An unfamiliar ceiling.
The scent of medicinal herbs.
But the moment I recognized where I was.
“You’re awake?”
A low, thick voice came from beside me.
My head snapped toward it.
A member of the Silent Spear Unit I’d fought with at the Training Ground earlier.
‘His name was….’
Kamarkan, wasn’t it?
In any case, he sat leaning back in a chair with his arms crossed, and when our eyes met, his expression grew calm.
“…Yeah.”
In that instant, memory flashed through me.
That was the last thing that happened at the Training Ground.
‘Clearly….’
Watching Bran scream.
‘His eyes had gone wild.’
I had rushed at him.
Soon after, the memory came back with perfect clarity.
At that moment, I had certainly….
‘Intended to kill this man.’
Because he was such a monster, I had aimed for his eyes.
No matter how intense the test was meant to be like real combat, it was no different from using lethal force.
Terik squeezed both eyes shut.
‘…I’ve fallen short.’
No, it was only natural that I should fall short.
Even in a test like this, I had failed to control my emotions and crossed the line.
But regardless of that, I had to apologize to this man.
Terik turned his aching body and looked at Kamarkan.
And lowering his head, he spoke.
“I’m so sorry… I made a mistake….”
“I apologize. I was a bit excessive just now.”
“…What?”
Terik, who had been bowing, looked at him with a bewildered expression.
Kamarkan scratched his head at Terik’s words, then spoke with an embarrassed look.
“You did better than I expected.”
His eyes grew serious for a moment.
“Without realizing it… I got a bit carried away.”
His words carried no pretense.
The unique sensibility of one who savors combat.
Kamarkan was that kind of man.
At Kamarkan’s words, Terik hurriedly waved his hands.
“No, no. If there’s any fault, it’s rather on my part….”
But this time too, Terik couldn’t finish his sentence.
He reached out.
Kamarkan extended his hand and grasped Terik’s, then
“Let’s work well together from now on.”
With a brief greeting, he shook hands lightly.
At those words, Terik’s eyes widened greatly.
“…What?”
A dumbfounded expression.
Bran’s eyes widened beside them as he looked back and forth between the two.
At that, Kamarkan chuckled and spoke.
“That’s more than enough qualification to join our ranks.”
The moment those words left my lips, the air in the Medical Room shifted subtly.
Terik’s fingertips trembled faintly. Then he glanced at Bran.
“W-we passed, brother!”
Bran, who had already known the result, couldn’t contain his excitement and shouted loudly.
And from the bed beside him, a fellow candidate who had fought alongside them raised his hand slightly and spoke.
“I… I passed too, thanks to you. I’m counting on you.”
And at those words.
“W-we really passed? We’re actually Silent Spear Unit members now?”
Terik and Bran were born in the Northern Region and grew up under their father, a hunter.
But after losing their father to the Kar Tribe, their entire world had been torn away.
“I… joined the Silent Spear Unit…”
Through the army I led, they had regained hope to live again.
Terik still hadn’t forgotten.
The sight of that fearsome Mad Spearman of the Northern Front, utterly demolishing the Kar Tribe Warriors as he fought.
And now, finally…
“Uaaaaaaaaaaa!”
Terik threw both hands up in the air and shouted with all his might.
Finally, finally…!
“We passed!”
“Yeeeeeeees!”
The two brothers embraced each other and erupted in cheers at their long-awaited acceptance into the Silent Spear Unit.
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A heavy tension settled within the Lord’s Office of Wolfheim.
Cold air seeped through the thick stone walls and brushed against skin, while stacks of documents containing the records of candidates lay piled upon the long table in the center.
Beyond the window, wind howled faintly.
The dry, harsh wind characteristic of the Northern Region.
It was a season when spring breezes should have been blowing.
But here, the seasons moved one step ahead of their time.
“I believe it would be best to conclude the test here.”
Isaac’s voice echoed quietly through the Conference Room.
The officer standing beside him nodded and continued speaking.
“I agree. There’s no need to filter further… and frankly, if we do, we might not even be able to select anyone at all.”
A brief silence.
My gaze, which had been fixed on the documents on the table, slowly rose.
The second test.
Through the selection process of that rather brutal test, only about fifty people had passed.
Considering the initial number of applicants, it was less than 3%.
Some had given up, others couldn’t endure, and some simply lacked the ability and were eliminated.
What remained were only those who persevered to the end and proved themselves.
Arteon opened his mouth quietly.
“You think it’ll be alright?”
Isaac nodded without hesitation.
“Yes, it’s sufficient.”
His eyes gleamed with conviction.
“Most of those selected have considerable ability and potential.”
He paused briefly, then added with a slight smirk.
“Honestly, compared to when we first started… they’re on a much higher level.”
Several officers let out quiet chuckles at his words.
After all, the Silent Spear Unit had begun with the Punishment Soldiers of the Northern Region.
These men, who once knew nothing and clung only to surviving each day, had transformed so completely.
Compared to when they were first dragged here, the current applicants were undeniably different.
At the very least, they possessed high levels of physical strength, combat prowess, and mental fortitude.
Isaac organized the documents and slid them across to Arteon.
“I believe it’s worth attempting.”
He then turned his gaze toward the window.
“And… we need to begin proper training before it gets any colder.”
His words were more than mere scheduling talk.
The Northern Region.
Winter here displayed a cruelty that could kill a man.
Arteon nodded slowly.
“True enough.”
His gaze also turned toward the window.
Trees swaying violently in the wind.
Ground already beginning to freeze.
“In two or three months, the blizzards will begin.”
When that time came, training would be the least of their concerns—mere survival would become the test itself.
They had to establish at least the bare foundations before then.
They needed to acclimate these men to endure in this place, at minimum.
Arteon turned his gaze once more.
“Then let’s end the testing here and accept only these candidates.”
“Yes.”
“Yes, understood.”
With the decision made, the officers nodded in unison.
Arteon then looked toward Isaac.
“Is everything I asked you to prepare finished?”
Isaac nodded as he answered.
“Yes. In fact… they should be arriving soon.”
That was when it happened.
Knock, knock.
A knock sounded at the Conference Room door.
All eyes turned toward it in unison.
“Enter.”
The door opened and a Soldier stepped inside. He bowed to Arteon before delivering his report.
“My Lord, the Shadowteon Merchant Guild has arrived outside.”
In that moment, the air in the Conference Room shifted subtly.
A faint smile played at Isaac’s lips.
The Officers exchanged meaningful glances with one another.
What they had been waiting for had finally arrived.
Arteon’s eyes grew quiet and composed.
“Shall we go take a look?”
Perhaps what lay ahead would prove a new challenge even for the existing Silent Spear Battalion members.
‘But…’
It was something that had to be acquired, something necessary for the wars to come.
And so Arteon made his way toward the entrance with the unit Officers.
“My Lord!”
Rishiven, the Master of the Shadowteon Merchant Guild, stood at the head of the enormous cargo wagons and approached with a radiant smile.
Arteon extended his hand to her.
“It has been too long. You undertook such tremendous hardship in the Capital, yet I failed to offer you proper thanks.”
When suppressing Belkakrode’s rebellion, Rishiven had eliminated corrupt Nobles who had participated in the treason and handled various auxiliary matters.
Without Rishiven, resolving the countless minor problems that arose would have consumed considerably more time.
However, because Rishiven had so much work to do, they had exchanged only the briefest of greetings in passing.
Rishiven shook her head at Arteon’s words.
“Not at all, my Lord. It was an honor simply to be of service to you.”
“First, might I see what you have brought?”
“Of course. This way, if you please.”
Rishiven led the way, guiding them toward where the goods were kept.
And after they had walked a short distance.
“Neeeeiiiigh!”
“Neigh!”
Hoofbeats thundered and clattered.
Creatures neighing and crying out with considerable vigor.
Arteon gazed upon the thousand or so Northern Horses stretching behind the Merchant Guild’s cargo wagons, a subtle smile crossing his lips.
One by one.
Each and every one was a Northern Horse capable of serving as a war mount, possessing truly exceptional physiques.
Rishiven spoke.
“I procured the finest horses available in the Northern Region. I assure you, there are none better than these.”
“…”
One could easily imagine the effort and inquiry that must have gone into acquiring them.
Arteon nodded at Rishiven’s words.
“Excellent work. You’ve done well.”
“I merely fulfilled my duty. And regarding those matters you asked me to investigate last time—I did select a few candidates, but since they lack extensive experience, I find myself hesitant to make a final determination.”
“We can discuss that in due course. You must be exhausted from the journey here. Shall we head inside?”
“It would be my honor.”
At Rishiven’s response, Arteon led her and her attendants toward the Lord’s Castle.
Among those who remained behind, Bartell couldn’t hide his bewildered expression as he gazed upon the enormous number of horses.
“What in the world are all these horses for? What exactly is the Unit Commander planning?”
Without proper information, confusion was inevitable.
Bartell turned to Isaac with his question.
“The Silent Spear Unit will now….”
Isaac answered.
“begin training as a cavalry unit.”
At those words, the eyes of the officers present widened in shock.

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