The Mad Spearman of the Northern Front - Chapter 83

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The Mad Spearman of the Northern Front (83)

 

The land of death where cold blizzards always rage, Grashkhal.

 

It could be called the heart of the Kar Tribe, and it was also the place where all the power of the Kar Tribe originated.

 

And one man who ruled over Grashkhal.

 

“…You’re saying Elvarfiel Lake has been taken?”

 

A man with a body so massive that it was hard to describe as merely huge for a human looked down at the man in front of him with cold eyes.

 

Brakjor.

 

The absolute ruler who dominated the entire Kar Tribe and was the only one among the clan to possess eight feather tattoos.

 

To his question, the man who had been kneeling on one knee raised his head and answered.

 

“That’s correct. Ulgrak of the Koolak Tribe is dead and all his tribesmen have been massacred.”

 

Though respectful, there was no tremor in his voice.

 

He was one of the few within the Kar Tribe who didn’t feel nervous when facing Brakjor.

 

To his answer.

 

“What about the one I sent as reinforcement forces?”

 

“I sent Makrowdon and his tribe together… but it seems they didn’t succeed. They barely managed to escape, but they also seem to have suffered damage.”

 

“You’re saying they fled?”

 

A chilling emotion settled in Brakjor’s eyes.

 

Were they, who could be called a warrior race, saying they had turned their backs on the enemy?

 

But to Brakjor’s question, the man spoke firmly.

 

“I think it was the right decision. If Makrowdon had died as well, the damage would have been enormous.”

 

Even within the clan, there weren’t many who possessed four feather tattoos.

 

Even if you lined them all up, it would be questionable whether there were a hundred of them.

 

Moreover, wasn’t Makrowdon one of those who could skillfully handle aura among them?

 

Brakjor didn’t like the man’s answer, but he respected his judgment.

 

“Then what do you plan to do going forward?”

 

“First, we should observe the situation a bit. It seems a major variable has emerged in the Imperial Army that stopped the alliance of Ulgrak and Makrowdon this time…”

 

“A variable…”

 

As Brakjor trailed off, the man immediately continued.

 

“It seems a warrior capable of facing those two has appeared.”

 

“…Such a person wouldn’t be common even within the Empire. Is it Lukael Hargail?”

 

Lukael Hargail, known as an outstanding warrior even on the Northern Front.

 

He was said to have already far surpassed the 5th Star realm and reached the 6-Star realm.

 

If that guy had moved, there was no way he wouldn’t have known.

 

But an unexpected answer came out.

 

“He’s not in our intelligence yet. From the information we have, he’s just a young soldier…”

 

“A young soldier?”

 

“Yes, by estimation, he’s said to be someone who hasn’t even reached twenty years old yet.”

 

“…”

 

Brakjor’s expression hardened stiffly.

 

For a moment, he doubted his own ears.

 

“…You’re saying a soldier who hasn’t even become an adult fought against both Ulgrak and Makrowdon?”

 

And Ulgrak died in that battle?

 

It was an unbelievable report, but he knew better than anyone that the man before him didn’t speak nonsense.

 

He nodded and continued.

 

“According to current reports… that’s correct. However, I’ll investigate a bit more in detail and report back to you.”

 

“…”

 

Had there ever been a case where he was this speechless?

 

In a situation that was beyond absurd and utterly ridiculous, Brakjor simply nodded.

 

“Do that.”

 

“Then I’ll take my leave.”

 

Soon after the man left, Brakjor, left alone in the room, fell into deep thought.

 

‘What on earth…’

 

Had a new prodigy appeared in the Empire?

 

If it was someone with that level of skill…

 

“I’ll have to tear him limb from limb before he grows any larger.”

 

The emergence of a new strong warrior makes a warrior’s heart burn hot. However, if that person is an enemy blocking their path, the bud must be cut off.

 

Soon in the deep darkness, only his eyes gleamed sharply like those of a beast.

 

* * *

 

Arteon moved his steps toward the barracks where the 3rd Platoon members were.

 

He couldn’t help but go because of the expressions of those guys anxiously looking toward where he was from afar.

 

“What are you all doing, aren’t you going to train?”

 

“Platoon Leader!”

 

As Arteon entered the barracks where the 3rd Platoon members were and spoke, they jumped up from their seats.

 

Though they had rested, fatigue still remained in their bodies.

 

But seeing the faces of those guys, he felt as if some vitality was rising.

 

“Are you okay now?”

 

“Platoon Leader, are you alright?”

 

Everyone surrounded Arteon like a swarm of bees and asked.

 

Arteon nodded.

 

“You guys look fine too. Anyone injured?”

 

“Meti and Urailson were hurt, but their lives aren’t in danger.”

 

“…What about the other guys?”

 

“We have minor injuries. Just slightly scratched.”

 

Though they spoke casually as if it was nothing, all the 3rd Platoon members had bandages wrapped around various parts of their bodies.

 

Red bloodstains were seeping through the bandages covering their wounds, so he could guess how severe their injuries were.

 

“More importantly, are you alright, Platoon Leader?”

 

“…”

 

These guys who couldn’t even take care of their own bodies were worrying about others.

 

Arteon could feel emotions that were both overwhelming and warm.

 

However…

 

“When we return, we’ll have to start with proper training. To think you got such injuries against those guys.”

 

“Please don’t forget that I was the one who carried the unconscious Platoon Leader back.”

 

Bartell, the 1st Squad leader, said with a grin.

 

He also had bandages wrapped tightly around his head, but judging by his expression, he seemed quite fine.

 

Arteon smiled faintly at this conversation they were having after a long time.

 

The gazes they exchanged contained sincere relief.

 

But then, a soldier hurriedly ran toward Arteon.

 

“Sergeant Arteon, the commander is looking for you.”

 

“The commander? Are you referring to Major Leorn?”

 

“Yes, that’s correct.”

 

At those words, Arteon’s expression darkened slightly.

 

He had preferably not wanted to have a private meeting with him…

 

“I understand, I’ll go now.”

 

Arteon nodded and followed the soldier out of the barracks.

 

And when he arrived in front of the barracks where Leorn was.

 

“Come in.”

 

Leorn, who had been waiting, spoke first upon sensing the presence from outside.

 

Arteon entered, clenched his right fist, and placed it against his left chest.

 

“Heart of steel. Sergeant Arteon. I greet the Commander.”

 

“Good military bearing.”

 

Leorn muttered quietly, then looked outside and shouted.

 

“No need for sentries, withdraw everyone from the perimeter!”

 

“…?”

 

Arteon’s eyes were slightly tinged with confusion at the incomprehensible order.

 

However, Leorn soon wore a good-natured smile and spoke to Arteon.

 

“You’ve worked hard, Sergeant Arteon.”

 

It was a calm but somehow calculated voice.

 

Arteon stood silently listening to his words.

 

Leorn looked at him for a moment, then picked up a box beside him and held it out.

 

“This is a gift for you. Go ahead and open it.”

 

“What is… this?”

 

Arteon asked cautiously, as if on guard. But Leorn just shrugged his shoulders and glanced at the box.

 

It meant to hurry up and open it.

 

“Then….”

 

Arteon, who had hesitated, soon opened the box.

 

And what was inside the box was.

 

“….”

 

Root-shaped Medicinal Herbs with red flowers blooming were neatly contained inside.

 

Arteon’s eyes subtly wavered.

 

‘This is… Belodian Flower.’

 

Leorn, who didn’t miss that expression, smiled slyly and said.

 

“You recognize it. It’s Belodian Flower. A Medicinal Herb with excellent effects that not only helps recover from injuries but also strengthens muscles and bones.”

 

Arteon took a moment to catch his breath and asked in a low voice.

 

“…Why are you giving this to me.”

 

Leorn shrugged and answered nonchalantly.

 

“Why, you ask. Considering the merit you’ve achieved, this much is trivial. You ended up like this while carrying out my orders, didn’t you. It’s proper treatment.”

 

Then he pushed the box forward again, wearing a satisfied smile.

 

“The Corps Commander will be coming here soon. There will be a proper Merit Ceremony then… but I hope you’ll speak well of what happened here to the Corps Commander. About how much effort I’m putting into winning this war.”

 

Desire flashed in his eyes.

 

Arteon realized why Leorn was offering this.

 

This wasn’t simply a reward, but a price.

 

As Arteon stared at the box for a moment, Leorn gave a short command.

 

“What are you doing? Take it.”

 

“…Thank you.”

 

Arteon received the box with an indifferent expression.

 

Belodian Flower.

 

Though it fell far short of the Heart of Ether, it would certainly be of great help to Arteon in his current state.

 

Not only would it help recover his tired body, but it would also give him a stronger physique.

 

Arteon’s expression was complicated as he came out of the Barracks.

 

But then, a sudden commotion struck Arteon’s ears.

 

“Platoon Leader! Platoon Leader!”

 

When Arteon turned his head at the cry calling for him.

 

Grain was there.

 

“Platoon Leader!”

 

“What’s the matter?”

 

“The Corps Commander… is said to be arriving.”

 

“…Already?”

 

It was a faster arrival than expected.

 

At the same time, complex emotions crossed Arteon’s face.

 

Along with joy, there was a mixture of indescribable worry.

 

He took a moment to catch his breath and looked toward the path where the Corps Commander would come.

 

It was certainly a victorious Battlefield, but he had a feeling that only good things wouldn’t happen.

 

‘…Please.’

 

Nothing should happen.

 

Arteon, who had an unusually complex expression, simply nodded calmly and then walked toward where the Corps Commander was coming.

 

* * *

 

“Damn it…!”

 

Makrowdon let out an angry cry and roughly kicked the ground.

 

He couldn’t believe that he had retreated from battle.

 

Though he was known for his bravery even among his tribe, as a commander he had no choice but to make an unwanted decision for the lives of the remaining Warriors.

 

His shoulders sagged heavily, and his breathing was roughly tangled.

 

The surrounding Warriors looked at him with pitying gazes, their heads lowered.

 

Their faces were thoroughly marked with anger and the bitter taste of defeat.

 

But then it happened.

 

Step.

 

There had been no presence until someone approached close.

 

With someone’s footsteps, Makrowdon’s head turned.

 

At the same time, a low voice echoed from the Darkness of the Forest.

 

“Makrowdon.”

 

Makrowdon’s eyes flashed as he turned toward where the sound came from.

 

A single Kar Tribe Warrior walking out through the Darkness.

 

On his right shoulder was a Tattoo of Two Eagles with spread wings.

 

The moment he saw the Tattoo, Makrowdon’s eyes subtly wavered.

 

Two Eagles. That was the symbol of the Messenger Corps that moved secretly even within the Kar Tribe.

 

It was the symbol of those who delivered that person’s special commands.

 

The tattooed man approached with heavy steps and stood before Makrowdon.

 

Then he spoke in a low but firm voice.

 

“I will deliver the next order.”

 

Makrowdon’s breath seemed to stop for a moment.

 

The man’s words that followed struck his ears like lightning, and Makrowdon’s eyes shook greatly.

 

“Elvarfiel Lake has probably already fallen to those guys.”

 

“Stop. I don’t want to hear your thoughts. Just follow that person’s orders.”

 

“…Understood.”

 

Makrowdon’s expression twisted.

 

This war….

 

What exactly is it for….

 

His mind became complicated.

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