30 Years Have Passed Since the Prologue Chapter 135

The train that departed from Saint Mathilde stopped after three days, passing through the eastern plains.

Sorry!! Train service has been suspended!

The shouts of station staff echoed throughout the carriage, but unfortunately, it wasnt a cheerful issue like a bandit attack.

Ivan frowned slightly. Despite having prepared his axe, the reason for the track blockage was rational.

Because Dragon is still alive, they blocked the tracks?

Mm.

Isabelle grumbled as she gathered her luggage. On the train platform, the travelers were stretching their bodies after sitting on the train for a long ti.

The reason for the track blockade explained by the station staff was simple. Since Dragon was rampaging nearby, they stopped the train to ensure the safety of the people.

A reasonable reason. As a train that stops even for bandit attacks, it couldnt possibly resist a dragon assault.

Dragons were inherently curious and adventurous creatures, so if they spotted a train running across the prairie, there was a high chance they would attack.

Is it near here? The place where Dragon appeared.

No. If we were going to the Bernina Mountains, we would have had to go one more day by train from here.

Ah by train?

It would take about four days on foot.

Thats rough.

Isabelle grimaced.

Since this uncle wouldnt kindly detour through villages, taking the shortest straight route ant camping was inevitable.

She wasnt unfamiliar with camping, but this ti was different. As a woman, she couldnt afford to expose any gaps that could never be tolerated by Dragon. She certainly wouldnt show her face without at least washing and wearing clean makeup.

As Isabelle frowned, Ecdysis smirked.

If it takes a day with a lot of effort, wouldnt it take only two days on horseback?

If you put in a lot of effort, it could even be done in a day.

Then how about riding a horse?

Hm.

Ivan looked at Ecdysis with renewed interest. She knows how to ride a horse?

Though often overlooked in many contents, equestrianism is a highly advanced skill. Its not for nothing that horse riding isnt an Olympic sport.

Riding a horse involves not only directing it in the desired direction but also regulating its speed and maintaining balance and posture firmly on the horse.

Horses are extrely sensitive and demanding animals, and they are intelligent livestock. They may not listen to soone theyve never seen before, and due to slightly different personalities and habits, the horse one first mounts is not suitable for long-distance riding.

A kind of taming process must precede. Its no exaggeration to say that the skill to directly control a horse without going through such a process belongs to the realm of specialized techniques.

Ive never ridden a horse before!

I, I only know the basics

Isabelle and Elpheira murmured softly. Just in their early twenties, and city-born students at that, its natural for them to find horseback riding unfamiliar.

Oscar had received education from Jil Ber, and being from the Eastern Knights, he appeared indifferent to horseback riding.

Ecdysis, being from Drovian, could understand familiar things. Drovian was too rough and vast to travel without horses.

Ivan stroked his chin and soon nodded.

Ill prepare the horses. Its a good skill to learn at this opportunity.

Thinking about the future, indeed.

Most of the places the hero party must go are deep in enemy territory, where they must organize expeditions in rugged mountains and fields, where even roads are scarce, let alone trains or carriages.

As the infiltrators of this era dont conduct high-altitude raids from airships.

Therefore, learning equestrianism will be helpful once acquired. The traveling distance with horses is incomparable to walking.

Under the na of education, the party grimaced in response.

The journey by horse turned out to be smoother than expected. Tylesse mainly consisted of plains with little variation in elevation, and the vicinity had well-maintained roads.

Moreover, as there couldnt be bandits or the like in the land where dragons road and the holands border guards raised an army, there was only one obstacle in their way: the pain of riding horses.

However, it would ultimately be a valuable experience, so it was rather good. Ivan lost interest in the party complaining of pain.

Instead, he began to focus on more important matters.

Cutting off the tracks for fear of a dragon attack.

Ivan was lost in thought while on horseback. At that mont, the party was barely clinging to the horses with faces half-dead.

The holand guards mobilized part of the capital legion and even led the Eastern Knights, yet they cut off the tracks.

Its strange. This train track wasnt just for the passage of the people.

Tylesse was the hub of transportation. It was not only a crucial point that diverted the northeasts Eastern Front but also connected to the long mariti route leading to the western Kalion Kingdom and the trade routes leading to the western coalition countries. It was a trading nation where all kinds of logistics intersected.

Even though it was just one track, the amount of goods transported on this track per day was at an indispensable level.

Ivan rummaged through his mind while quieting his thoughts.

They cut off the supply.

Considering the interruption of the trade route, they cut off the retreat route and the supply route. Both for the troops stationed on the Eastern Front now and simultaneously for the supply route of the Eastern Knights led by Jil Ber.

Assuming that, it sowhat made sense. Even if there was no imdiate concern about a shortage of military supplies, if it led to a protracted war, it would inevitably be a severe blow.

It could be anticipated that most of the tracks leading to the east were likely cut off. Its unlikely that only the train Ivan was on happened to be stopped.

My buttocks hurt so much!!

I feel nauseous, I feel like Im going to vomit

Please, no.

We cant do this here!! This is the worst!

Should I sing a song for you? (Ecdysis)

What?

A song! Im a music student, you know? (Ecdysis)

Ignoring the buzzing sounds in his ears, Ivan sank into deep concern.

The more he pondered it, the more intricate the plans seed to intertwine. There was a high likelihood that the dragons appearance itself served as a ans for an ulterior motive to target Jil Ber.

The purpose would have been to send the holand guards and those accompanying them out of the capital. If so if he was a Count preparing for a rebellion, what else could he have prepared?

In Ivans mind now lay the military map of the entire Tylesse region, neatly folded. He unfolds it slowly.

The terrain unfolds along the borders of Tylesse. From the densely mountainous east to the central plains, and then to the wide forests returning to the north.

Between them, red lines were drawn one after another. These were the routes for transporting people and military supplies.

Nurous tracks, marching routes, supply routes, the garrisons of each division and subordinate units, fortified castles, and the strongholds of various noble estates were intricately intertwined.

Between points and lines, as dots and lines filled the spaces, all the busy and intricate shapes stopped moving.

The entire northeastern plains solidify. The movent of goods stops. The dragon flies.

Jil Ber sets out to stop this. However, just one dragon is not sufficient to eliminate him.

Hence, the demon clans that cannot easily cross the border are now erging on the Eastern Front. Their proximity to Jil Bers marching route is suspiciously close

All conceivable plans are made under the assumption that Jil Ber can be killed.

Just his presence alone can preemptively thwart all threats to the nation. Whenever his destination changes, the armies of each faction retreat.

The Eastern Knights, led by him at the forefront, are the strongest military force in Tylesse.

How to deal with such a figure?

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Military flag!!

Elpheira, who had been lying on the horses back with saliva dripping, suddenly sat up and shouted.

In the plains below the mountainside, the fluttering of military flags could be seen along the wide fields.

Elpheira quickly weaved mana and grasped the reins. A blue spark flickered, and she rounded her hand into a circle, bringing it close to one eye.

Military flags! There they are!

I see.

Were almost there! Oh my oh my Ill never, never ride anything like a horse again Riding livestock is barbaric. You know? Civilized people in modern society should use magical engineering devices.

I see.

Airships! Like sky battleships and aerial transports!

Ivan casually brushed off the behavior of the elf councilors daughter, who secretly thought military supplies would be personally useful, and turned the horses head towards the military camp.

After about thirty more minutes of travel, passing through hills, the military camp gradually beca clearer.

Wow.

Eugene exclaid in awe. Having lived only in the city imdiately after possession, he was seeing such a proper military camp for the first ti.

The banner of the Eastern Knights San Francesco Legion. The banner, shaped like the sun rising over the fields, was flickering throughout the entire camp in the form of flas burning demons.

Many horses and wagons were moving around the camp. Knights clad in shining armor could be seen, with soldiers moving in between.

The guards who noticed their approach waved their hands. It was a signal to stop.

Halt!! This is a military operation zone! Identify yourselves! Where are you from?

Saint Mathilde.

Ivans answer surprised the guard.

My Goodness. Did our lords send reinforcent troops or sothing? Are you here to supervise?

It was a faint mutter from a distance, but Ivan could clearly hear it. He understood well enough that the royal familys reputation was on the line.

It was only natural. They had been assigned a mission and sent out on a campaign, only to cut off the supply line. Naturally, the atmosphere would be tense.

There was no need to dispel the misconception that they were sent by the royal family. Ti needed to be used more wisely.

As the soldiers were about to say sothing, Ivan raised his hand to stop them and spoke briefly.

Tell Jill Ber de Etarique. Ivan Petrovich has arrived.

How dare!! Do you dare speak as if you were his friend? Dare you in the Eastern Knights camp?!

As a friend.

It wasnt a wrong statent, but it wasnt a pleasant word.

Ivan spoke with his lips twisted slightly.

Its not for you to judge. If soone from Saint Mathilde has co this far, its not your place to handle whatever my identity might be. Go and tell your master properly. Ivan Petrovich has arrived. Thats it.

Martin! Block their escape! Archers! Shoot them if they move!

The guard, his face flushed with anger, disappeared beyond the camp.

Oscar approached him and whispered softly.

Wouldnt it have been easier if I just said I ca to find my father?

Hmm.

What?

Thats right.

Ivan turned his head. Sensing so other intention, Oscar chuckled briefly and stepped back.

Eugene ca close to him.

Hehe, Mr. Oscar. Big brother seems a bit embarrassed right now. And maybe a little hopeful too!

What?

Because I can see a little bit of [current emotion] due to our closeness Oh, wait. Ah. Uh.

Just lost three points.

Cant see it now. And then Eugene laughed again, sheepishly.

Oscar failed to understand Eugenes words but didnt bother to ask again. Most of the people he had t from Krasilov were not normal.

Even the Three Musketeers that Ivan had gathered from sowhere were the epito of this. They were widely rumored eccentric individuals on campus. Ivan seed to have a hobby of collecting eccentrics.

Wait, then what about ?

When it ca down to it, Oscar might as well have been one of the students Ivan had collected

Shaking his head at the dreadful thought, Oscar dismissed it. Normal people couldnt understand the thought process of eccentrics.

And soon, he couldnt help but snap out of his reverie.

Who dares!!!!

A booming voice began to shake the entire camp.

A fierce energy, akin to a drawn sword, engulfed the camp and soared into the sky. The wind changed direction, violently shaking the banners.

The soldiers trembled with fear.

Its the first ti the Duke has been so enraged. (Soldier A)

Should we flee? (Soldier B)

If those bastards try to escape, well have to face the Duke instead. Wait. (Soldier C)

The soldiers were trembling in fear. Ivan stood erect, trying to contain the bursting energy.

Has he grown up?

That guy.

How dare!! Insulting the deceased!! Who!! Who dares to utter that na to !! (Jill Ber)

Step aside!! I will go and ask them directly. Where did they hear the na, and who told them to relay it to !! (Jill Ber)

Thats even worse than offending Einar.

He seems to have lost much of his temperant. Well, he didnt have a good temperant to begin with.

Ivan smiled slightly and waited for a mont. Soon, the energy poured towards him.

The crowd of soldiers, bustling around, silently parted to make way. As the banners rose, a sparkling energy slowly approached through the rigidly standing soldiers.

Behind him, a giant banner with crossed deer antlers, shields, and spears fluttered. It was the emblem of Etarique, the insignia of the Lord Protector of Tylesse, the knight of Iron Mountain, the shield of the Heroes Party.

A middle-aged man, wearing dark armor and a purple cloak like a flag, walked ahead.

With heavy steps, burning green eyes, neatly tied back blonde hair, and a completely incongruous

A truly, truly, truly incongruous mustache.

Ivan was inwardly surprised. The Pringles-shaped comma mustache, reminiscent of Pringles, was neatly grood.

Ivan Petrovich?

When Ivan was montarily speechless from shock, Jill Ber stared blankly at him.

He slowly stretched out his hand, then pointed to Ivans chin and narrowed his eyes.

You You were alive? You were alive? Then what about the funeral that ti? Did I Did you deceive ? Again?!

Jill Ber de Etarique.

Ivan Ivan Yeremov.!!

Indeed.

What? What did you say?

Ivan Petrovich Yeremov. I am now a nobleman.

Huh Haha!!!

Jill Ber laughed as if coughing. After rubbing his forehead for a while, he lifted his head with a more relaxed face.

Finally, Ivan couldnt hold back and spoke up.

What on earth is that mustache?

What on earth is that mustache!!

The two simultaneously began to criticize each other. Exactly at the sa tempo, with the sa words.

Your skills have improved.

Have your skills improved?

In martial arts, one can gauge the opponents skill level just by their montum, breathing, posture, and gait. At their level, having served in the sa area for several years, it was even easier.

Both martial artists simultaneously furrowed their brows.

If you were born with talent, you should have put in so effort at least.

And in one voice.

This unlucky fellow.

With smiles on their faces, they approached each other and extended their arms.

It wasnt a handshake. It was a deeper form of salute, where they extended their arms further and grasped each others forearms.

Nice to see you.

You too!

To Ivan, Jill Ber was the most unlucky fellow in the Hero Party.

Always complaining, emphasizing noble manners, and eagerly wanting to compete with the knights despite lacking skills.

A mixture of pride, self-esteem, inferiority, and a sense of entitlent. Very human. A truly unlucky noble knight.

To Jill Ber, Ivan was the most unlucky fellow in the Hero Party.

Always complaining, claiming to be a trained agent, lecturing about this and that, and saying things like I can do anything Ive seen once.

A mixture of pride, self-esteem, inferiority, and a sense of entitlent. Too human, thus even more unlucky as a soldier.

So, in the end, the two looked at each others faces and smiled.

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