The Mad Spearman of the Northern Front - Chapter 82

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The Mad Spearman of the Northern Front (82)

 

“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

 

Victory cries echoed across the hill.

 

The forces of the 4th Defense Line completely seized the hill and advanced forward, while the remnants of the Kar Tribe scattered and fled to the rear.

 

Makrowdon tried to rally the remaining warriors to look for an opportunity, but ultimately had to retreat as their momentum was completely broken.

 

“….”

 

The battlefield was being cleared up in an instant.

 

And below the hill.

 

Among the advancing forces of the 4th Defense Line, Rauben, the commander of the 2nd Defense Line, and his troops gathered together.

 

And even the Special Forces members including Hadel, who had led this war to victory and returned from the battle on the hill.

 

Though this place was filled with the joy of victory, that wasn’t all that existed here.

 

Before them lay the corpses of comrades who had died in battle, arranged in rows.

 

“…I think cremating the dead and providing proper compensation to their families should be our top priority.”

 

Hadel’s first report was about cremating the dead along with compensation for their families.

 

Victory was the glory of those who survived, but it was only possible because of those who fought with their lives on the line.

 

Leorn nodded at this.

 

“That’s only natural. We’ll prepare cremation for them, and afterward we’ll find their families and provide proper compensation, so don’t worry.”

 

Hadel bowed his head at Leorn’s words. But soon.

 

Swish.

 

Hadel turned his gaze somewhere.

 

It was a barracks in the base camp.

 

The place where the true hero who led this war to victory was located.

 

But for some reason, even after returning here, he still hadn’t regained consciousness.

 

Seran, who was beside him, spoke.

 

“Don’t worry too much. It’s just exhaustion symptoms. He’ll regain consciousness after a little rest.”

 

“Is that so.”

 

Since he had no idea what kind of physical burden those who use aura endure, he could only worry.

 

Hadel nodded with a deliberately calm expression at Seran’s words.

 

Then he turned his head and spoke to Leorn.

 

“Without Sergeant Arteon, we could never have won this battle. His contributions must be properly recognized and he must receive a reward.”

 

At Hadel’s words, Leorn flinched and glanced at Rauben.

 

Rauben was just watching them with no change in expression, and seeing this, Leorn let out a somewhat exaggerated laugh and said.

 

“Hehe, his contributions must be remarkable. But how could this battle have been won by one person’s strength alone? If it weren’t for ‘my orders’ in the first place, this operation couldn’t even have been carried out.”

 

He smiled cheekily and approached Hadel, patting his shoulder.

 

“It must have been a difficult situation, but you worked hard carrying out the commander’s orders. Because it was you all, I could trust you and give the orders. I’ll personally report this achievement to the Corps Commander and ensure generous rewards are given.”

 

But then.

 

“Captain Hadel.”

 

Rauben, the commander of the 2nd Defense Line, spoke while looking at Hadel.

 

When Hadel turned his gaze.

 

“I’ve heard about you many times from afar… This battle couldn’t have been easy, yet you led your unit members from the front. Truly remarkable.”

 

Rauben said to Hadel.

 

Hadel bowed his head to Rauben and spoke calmly.

 

“You’re too kind. We were able to end the war because of the support troops’ help.”

 

“Huhu, you’re being too modest. I merely lent a hand to a war you had already finished.”

 

“Thank you.”

 

When Hadel spoke, Leorn, who was beside them, awkwardly smiled and joined the conversation.

 

“Of course, remarkable indeed. I didn’t know you would execute my strategy so perfectly, truly remarkable, isn’t it?”

 

At his words subtly trying to package it as his own achievement, Rauben’s brow furrowed slightly. He already knew well what Leorn’s commanding abilities were like. That’s why this attitude was simply nauseating.

 

Rauben looked at Leorn for a moment, then turned his head.

 

And looking around among the soldiers, he slowly opened his mouth.

 

“Don’t worry. If Major Leorn has achievements, won’t he receive appropriate rewards?”

 

Just as he was about to feel relieved hearing those words, Rauben’s eyes glinted coldly.

 

“Already… that person is coming here.”

 

Leorn’s pupils trembled.

 

“…Coming, you say? Who?”

 

Rauben raised the corner of his mouth and whispered low.

 

“Who else could it be. None other than… Corps Commander Belkain.”

 

A moment of silence.

 

Rauben was smiling, but his eyes were as sharp as a blade.

 

And he added one last comment.

 

“Everything that happened here… has all been reported.”

 

Instantly, Leorn’s expression froze.

 

Everything that happened here.

 

He couldn’t know what that meant, but seeing Rauben’s expression, a strange uneasiness swept over his entire body.

 

But soon Rauben turned around.

 

“Then we’ll set up barracks for our soldiers to station. If the Corps Commander is coming… we’ll need to advance northward.”

 

Eventually Rauben turned and headed toward where his forces were.

 

Leorn watched Rauben walking away, only biting his lips tightly and glaring with venomous eyes.

 

* * *

 

Clop, clop.

 

On a Northern Horse with a thicker body and more fur than ordinary horses, a man with fierce eyes looked ahead.

 

The supreme commander of the Northern Front.

 

Corps Commander, Belkain Kaeron.

 

He had departed toward the 4th Defense Line leading only minimal escort forces.

 

Though he received news through letters intermittently and gave orders.

 

“I never thought… they would really recapture Elvarfiel Lake. With this battle… it’s no exaggeration to say the entire lake has come over to us, isn’t it?”

 

“….”

 

At the words of Sergeant Claw, his adjutant, Belkain remained silent.

 

He too had received reports of the current facts, but couldn’t believe them.

 

‘…I never thought they’d actually pull it off.’

 

Both the previous Helikel Gorge of the 1st Defense Line and this battle at Elvarfiel Lake of the 4th Defense Line.

 

Strangely, there was one common point.

 

Namely, small forces infiltrating enemy strongholds with formations and seizing the initiative.

 

Of course, at Helikel Gorge the Main Force entered afterward to fight, but this Elvarfiel Lake was essentially no different from a small force of about a hundred men ending the war.

 

Belkain narrowed his eyes while reflecting on the reported content.

 

Claw beside him asked.

 

“Is there something troubling you?”

 

“No, it’s not that. It’s just… isn’t it ridiculous… no, absurd?”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

At Claw’s question, Belkain exhaled a sigh-mixed breath and said.

 

“The soldiers who died at this 4th Defense Line alone number in the thousands. Yet… such a war was ended by a force of just over a hundred men.”

 

“….”

 

At Belkain’s words, Claw pressed his lips together.

 

He wasn’t usually someone who spoke so emotionally.

 

This showed just how remarkable this battle’s victory was, and how it flowed in an unexpected direction.

 

Claw nodded.

 

“They say Sergeant Arteon took on two enemy commanders. He killed one of them.”

 

Belkain already knew this information as well.

 

When he heard that report, Belkain was the one who was most surprised of all.

 

The enemy Kar Tribe commanders even had four feather tattoos.

 

Moreover…

 

‘…Aura.’

 

Just how far had Arteon’s level risen, fighting alone against two aura users?

 

Belkain simply looked at the 4th Defense Line with a calm expression.

 

Soon now…

 

“Are we arriving?”

 

He would know once he went.

 

How that young boy… had changed.

 

With the main base of the 4th Defense Line right before his eyes, Belkain couldn’t shake the strange feeling of his heart pounding.

 

* * *

 

“He, he’s awake!”

 

A soldier ran out from in front of the barracks, shouting loudly.

 

The soldier’s voice was mixed with both tension and relief.

 

“…!”

 

“Sergeant Arteon?”

 

At that cry, Hadel and Seran moved simultaneously.

 

They had been waiting around the barracks where Arteon was resting, continuously hoping for him to wake up.

 

And…

 

“The platoon leader?”

 

“The platoon leader woke up?”

 

The 3rd Platoon members who were watching from afar flinched and shifted restlessly.

 

They too wanted to go immediately to the barracks where Arteon was, but they couldn’t carelessly approach the movements of command-level officers.

 

“…He’ll be alright, won’t he?”

 

“He should be.”

 

They could only exchange worried words among themselves, unable to hide their anxious expressions.

 

And inside the barracks where Arteon was.

 

Arteon, who had been lying on the bed, slowly opened his eyes.

 

Along with memories of something like this happening before, he felt a familiar sensation.

 

Though his face was somewhat pale, his eyes were gradually regaining their color.

 

And then.

 

“Sergeant Arteon.”

 

“Sergeant Arteon, are you alright?”

 

Hadel and Seran entered the barracks and spoke to Arteon.

 

“Have you come to your senses?”

 

Seran asked, taking a step closer.

 

An expression that seemed to be somewhere between surprise and relief.

 

They looked at Arteon while trying to hide their emotions.

 

To this, Arteon carefully asked.

 

“What happened? Why am I… here?”

 

Hadel caught his breath for a moment before answering.

 

“Didn’t you fight two Kar Tribe commanders? Thanks to you, we were able to win the battle.”

 

Though excitement lingered in Hadel’s eyes, he tried to maintain his composure.

 

At his words, Arteon was finally able to recall his memories of fighting Ulgrak and Makrowdon.

 

‘Certainly…’

 

He had memories of being driven to the brink of death by their combined attack.

 

He vividly remembered rushing at Ulgrak in a desperate attempt to survive.

 

But the memories after that were completely empty.

 

‘…What exactly happened.’

 

Arteon, wearing a confused expression, unconsciously lowered his head.

 

At that moment, Seran turned his head toward Hadel and said.

 

“Captain, it seems Sergeant Arteon needs rest. We should leave for now… and come back later.”

 

Hadel thought for a moment, then nodded.

 

“Ah, you’re right. I was too hasty.”

 

The two men sent brief encouraging glances to Arteon before stepping outside the barracks.

 

Left alone, Arteon slowly leaned back into the bed.

 

Though heavy fatigue settled on his shoulders, an inexplicable sense of achievement was seeping into a corner of his heart.

 

‘I don’t completely remember what I did or how…’

 

The operation was successful.

 

Arteon closed his eyes and breathed deeply.

 

They had won the war.

 

Now the foundation was laid to occupy the entire Elvarfiel Lake region, and…

 

‘The Heart of Ether.’

 

Hadn’t he come to this hellish place to obtain that?

 

If he could obtain the Heart of Ether…

 

‘I can become… one step stronger.’

 

The Heart of Ether that could supply infinite mana.

 

With that, he would be able to maintain his somewhat unstable aura perfectly.

 

Having finished his thoughts, Arteon closed his eyes.

 

Right now…

 

‘I want to rest a little.’

 

He needed rest.

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