The Mad Spearman of the Northern Front - Chapter 87

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The Mad Spearman of the Northern Front (87)

 

Lukael Hargail.

 

He would later reach the 7th Star and become one of the generals with the greatest influence in the Northern Region.

 

Though he had never seen him directly, he knew better than anyone about the achievements he would establish in the Northern Region.

 

‘In my past life… he was the one who recaptured Helikel Gorge and opened the path to advance into the Northern Region.’

 

Originally, it wasn’t yet time for him to make such great contributions to the Northern Region…

 

Arteon fell into deep thought.

 

Many changes had occurred due to his influence, and because of that…

 

‘A different flow from the future I knew is emerging.’

 

It seemed to have become an important point where he should anticipate future events to some extent, but not blindly trust them.

 

“What are you thinking about?”

 

“It’s nothing.”

 

“Then have you decided? If you don’t want to, you can just stay here.”

 

Arteon shook his head at Belkain’s words.

 

“No, this is the path I’ve chosen. I will transfer to the place you recommended, Legion Commander.”

 

“…It could be dangerous.”

 

“I’ll take the risk.”

 

Yes, now was the time to take risks.

 

Only by fighting many battles in more dangerous places could he control his wildly rampaging aura.

 

With ordinary training alone, his aura development would inevitably slow down.

 

Knowing this, Arteon continued to throw himself into the flames.

 

Because he knew that each time he survived those flames, he could burn even hotter with greater intensity.

 

‘Besides…’

 

If Lukael was the commander of that unit, the situation would be very different.

 

Lukael was one of the warriors with the most excellent Aura Control within his knowledge.

 

If he fought alongside him, he might learn something helpful.

 

Arteon steeled his resolve.

 

Then Belkain nodded.

 

“Good, then I’ll issue the Transfer Orders to that place soon. Until then, rest and wait here.”

 

“Thank you for your consideration, Legion Commander!”

 

Arteon stood up from his seat and immediately saluted him.

 

Belkain also brushed himself off and stood up.

 

Now that his business was finished, it was time to leave. He had only stayed here because he wanted to have one last conversation with Arteon.

 

“Remember well what I told you today. As your activities in the Northern Region grow, there are those who will be watching you with hostile eyes.”

 

“…I understand.”

 

“Then, I wish you good fortune in battle.”

 

With those words, Belkain walked out of the barracks.

 

Other officers tried to dissuade him from leaving without proper rest.

 

“There’s no time for such luxury as rest.”

 

Leaving those brief words, he turned around again with the soldiers who had come with him.

 

After Belkain departed.

 

“This place also has much work to do. After resting just for today, we’ll advance north tomorrow and immediately begin constructing a new base camp.”

 

Hadel, who had become the temporary commander until a new commander arrived, rallied the atmosphere by encouraging both the officers and soldiers.

 

Amid the rapidly organizing atmosphere of the training ground, Arteon walked toward where his unit members were, thinking about his upcoming transfer.

 

* * *

 

“Captain, did you hear the news?”

 

“Of course. That’s why I’m packing again.”

 

A man with blonde hair tinged with brown spoke while packing his belongings in response to his subordinate who had entered the barracks.

 

His subordinate showed a regretful expression at the sight.

 

“Just when I thought I could finally serve the company commander well… to have a transfer like this.”

 

“What, are you disappointed?”

 

The man turned his head to look at his subordinate.

 

He grinned at his subordinate’s expression that didn’t hide his disappointment.

 

“In this Northern Region, it’s best to fight in the most comfortable and safe battlefields possible. If you get dragged around here and there like me, you’ll end up in a perfect position to die away from home someday.”

 

“Die away from home? You’re being selected because your excellent skills are recognized. From what I heard… the place you’re going this time is also quite dangerous.”

 

When his subordinate showed a worried expression, the blonde man let out a small sigh.

 

But there was no particular worry in his expression.

 

“I’m just burning this one body until I die. What is there to be picky about?”

 

But contrary to his relaxed words, his eyes held both the coolness and heat of cold flames burning fiercely.

 

Because he knew well how important the place he was going to was.

 

However…

 

‘…The recapture of Elvarfiel Lake.’

 

A situation he couldn’t even imagine.

 

For more than ten years, completely recapturing Elvarfiel Lake had been impossible.

 

But upon hearing the name that came along with news of the lake’s recapture, he unconsciously smiled.

 

‘Arteon… that guy caused another major incident.’

 

He didn’t know when he first saw him, but he came to acknowledge him while working together on operations.

 

The more he thought about it, the more incredibly amazing that guy was.

 

He himself had never fallen behind in skill anywhere, but after facing such a monster, his perspective had changed greatly.

 

‘It would be good to work together again this time.’

 

But that probably wouldn’t happen.

 

The path to the Northern Region created by recapturing Helikel Gorge along with Elvarfiel Lake.

 

Only by breaking through that entrance west of Elvarfiel Lake could they secure a massive advance route connecting Northwest Central to Northeast Central.

 

If that succeeded.

 

‘The first in history… a massive advance into the Northern Region would begin.’

 

Probably many things would change because of this battle.

 

And the Kar Tribe would also… desperately try to defend their last stronghold.

 

Perhaps someone with five… or even six Feather Tattoos, who had barely shown themselves until now, might appear.

 

Though worry came first, he didn’t think about it for long.

 

He would simply do what needed to be done.

 

“Serve the next superior who comes after I leave well too. If he’s a strange guy, just ram into him.”

 

“That would result in immediate execution. I want to see you again next time, Captain, so I won’t do such things.”

 

The man grinned at his subordinate’s words.

 

And…

 

Snap!

 

His subordinate brought both feet together and straightened his back.

 

With a serious expression, eyes mixed with complex emotions looked toward him.

 

The man also put down his luggage and straightened his posture.

 

“Steel heart! Thank you for your hard work, Company Commander!”

 

At his subordinate’s salute.

 

Thud.

 

The man also clenched his right fist and lightly placed it on his left chest.

 

“Steel heart. If we survive, let’s meet again later.”

 

At those words, his subordinate felt something welling up inside.

 

Because among all the superiors he had served, this one was the most excellent, outstanding, and incorruptible.

 

He said.

 

“It was an honor to serve you… Captain Isaac.”

 

With those words, the blonde man.

 

No, Isaac lightly patted his subordinate’s shoulder and mounted the prepared horse.

 

* * *

 

Rustle.

 

Early dawn.

 

Arteon slowly opened his eyes and placed the letter he had written throughout the night on his bed.

 

It was a document detailing the training the platoon members would need to do, as well as the specific areas each individual needed to improve.

 

“…Phew.”

 

Now that he was really thinking about leaving, his feelings became complicated.

 

Arteon got up from his seat and picked up the luggage he had prepared in advance.

 

Inside the luggage were spare military uniforms along with the Belodian Flower he had received from Leorn.

 

Step.

 

Since it was still early, the darkness had not yet lifted.

 

Arteon left the barracks and walked toward the barracks where Hadel was staying.

 

And Hadel, who had come out early, looked at Arteon and said.

 

“Are you leaving?”

 

“I’m sorry for the early hour. I thought there might be delays after reveille because of the soldiers…”

 

At Arteon’s words, Hadel let out a small laugh.

 

For a soldier who had achieved such incredible feats, he had a truly cautious and thoughtful personality.

 

“But you could still stay a few more days. Why are you in such a hurry?”

 

“There’s something I must do before going there.”

 

At those words, Hadel looked at him quietly.

 

Though it hadn’t been very long here, he felt that meeting the soldier named Arteon had been fortunate for him.

 

Hadel pulled out a document from inside his jacket.

 

“This is a document granting you permission to move freely in all formations near Elvarfiel Lake. You’ll be able to receive necessary support whenever needed.”

 

“It must have been an unreasonable request… Thank you for granting it.”

 

A few days ago, Arteon had visited Hadel to request a permit to move freely around the vicinity of Elvarfiel Lake.

 

While there wouldn’t be any particular problems, it was still a disputed area and an important strategic location, so a permit was essential.

 

And Hadel had gladly granted his request.

 

As Arteon received the document, Hadel extended his hand.

 

“It was a pleasure meeting you. Even where you’re going now… I hope you return without getting hurt.”

 

A handshake, not a salute.

 

Arteon hesitated while looking at Hadel’s extended hand.

 

“It was an honor to serve under you.”

 

He grasped his hand and shook it.

 

Soon Arteon mounted the prepared Northern Horse. And just as he was about to leave the formation.

 

“Are you leaving without saying goodbye?”

 

“Isn’t this really too much, Platoon Leader?”

 

The 3rd Platoon members, who had already been waiting outside, each spoke up as they looked at Arteon.

 

Arteon seemed a bit flustered by their appearance.

 

“Your acting while pretending to sleep was excellent. I was completely fooled.”

 

At Arteon’s words, everyone looked at him with regretful expressions.

 

Under the gaze of such platoon members, Arteon just silently scratched his head.

 

This was exactly why he had said his goodbyes in advance.

 

“I left a letter in the barracks, so read it carefully.”

 

“What letter. It’s a training schedule, isn’t it.”

 

Bartell said in a sullen voice.

 

He had confirmed that the letter he left contained detailed information about the training the 3rd Platoon would need to do and the strengths and weaknesses of each platoon member, as well as areas that needed improvement.

 

It really felt like Arteon right up until he left.

 

But then.

 

Thud.

 

“You’re being rude to the Platoon Leader.”

 

Grain lightly hit Bartell’s chest.

 

“Still, the Platoon Leader is the first person to look at us this deeply, isn’t he.”

 

Grain turned his gaze to Arteon.

 

There were truly many things he wanted to say… but it seemed like just conveying this one thing would be enough.

 

“It was an honor to serve together. Platoon Leader.”

 

“I was glad to serve together too.”

 

At that response, Grain smiled slightly and continued.

 

“If… you ever form an independent unit later… please be sure to call us then. We’ll be much… stronger than we are now.”

 

“Please call me too!”

 

“Me too!”

 

At the platoon members’ words, Arteon burst into laughter.

 

Perhaps these guys… he thought they would be able to handle all the training he had demanded of them.

 

Arteon nodded.

 

“Get stronger with all your might. Then… I’ll come to get you at that time.”

 

At those words, everyone smiled.

 

And at that moment.

 

“Platoon, attention!”

 

Snap! Snap! Snap!

 

With Grain’s shout, the platoon members took sharp attention positions.

 

“To the Platoon Leader! Salute!”

 

“Steel hearts!”

 

At the resounding salute that rang through the early dawn, Arteon dismounted and stood before them.

 

And…

 

Thud.

 

“Steel hearts.”

 

He received their salute and exchanged final greetings.

 

“See you again.”

 

With those words, Arteon mounted the Northern Horse again and moved forward.

 

Someday…

 

‘I feel like we’ll meet again.’

 

The independent unit that Belkain had proposed.

 

Perhaps these guys could become the first members of that unit.

 

He smiled faintly while thinking about future events, but soon Arteon began to gradually pick up speed as he recalled the tasks he needed to handle immediately.

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