Following the prince, Malkoy recalled so ti ago.
"Pride breaks, but you lose unconditionally when you fight. Even if I have two, I'm not confident in winning. '
"That strong? '
'I'm guessing, but we'll have to deal with the monsters with the emperor. '
The pacifist, who had been pushed to the battle of the age and vomited blood, flattered the prince with a tired face and said he must at least bring so of the Emperor's protégés to deal with him properly.
If what Percival said was true, there was no chief Hanchi, and the prince was a genius who would never be in the world again. It's not just a genius, it's a real genius who has already blossod talent.
I don't know, but I would have practiced swinging swords day and night. He would also have had the right practical experience.
So I will show you a real war with arrogance.
However, Malkoy acknowledged the marvelous landscape and genius of the prince, but he did not appreciate the experience of the prince who had just handed over twenty years.
It took years to roll in the North and months to roll in the war against the Empire.
It was too fanciful to canal a 'real war' with such experience.
Malkoy suffered nurous battles watching the fall of his country and even joined the Battle of Dothrin after the two princes who had been killed.
I didn't pray that I would show myself a real war.
The humble objector, however, would have laughed at the young horse for striking the grip if it had not been for a place that was still no different from that of the prisoner.
But Malcolm couldn't do it now.
Depending on the prince's mood, the treatnt of his n in prison varies. I didn't need to harden my suits against planting them.
So he hid his heart and followed the prince.
With a seemingly inconsistent face.
"If you don't want to die in vain, be misled. "
Even when the prince handed over the clothes of the Leonberg Royal Army, his face was puzzled when he climbed the wall full of tension.
I just reluctantly pretended to look around.
The soldiers grabbed the sword and spear, staring beyond the wall. The archers who flew along the walls were waiting for instructions with their bows extended. Behind them, those seen as commanders were kicking the soldiers' asses while using whale evil.
"...!"
"......!"
It was a native Leonberg language for him, but it was not difficult to guess what the commanders used so evil.
Straighten up, you idiots.
If you fall under the command, the first step is to strike unconditionally. The one who can't match is on his own.
He's probably making a lot of noise.
I sighed.
I did not expect much, but I was disappointed that the sight appeared before my eyes.
He showed a real war, and I was just showing off my soldiers' high morale.
Malkoy sighs and looks at the prince.
No matter what he thought, the prince had no intention of doing my job.
The prince gathers a few of the n in a mountain infantry costu that looks sowhat contemporary to the Knights of the Soldier.
The instructed knights and mountain infantryn looked back at him. The color of the eyes that touched him was remarkable.
Even a scornful mountain infantryman looked at him and kicked his tongue.
It wasn't a pleasant experience, but Malcolm wasn't introverted.
He was neither bloody enough to be offended by these trivial things, nor indistinct enough to forget my position.
I thought so. And that was also true.
The way the Royal Army looked at him had no effect on him. But the sight of a mountain infantryman with a sloppy face, Yudi Yaldi, was unbearable, too.
It's like he's carrying a load of shit.
He seed to be in charge of the nursery of a child who couldn't pee forcefully.
Malcolm turns his head.
After such a short wait, the Knight of the One-Eyed leaves with the other knights. Mountain infantryn quickly began to complain to each other.
Malkoy sighs, confirming that their interest has left him.
Then the prince approached him and said,
"From there to here. This is where you have to protect yourself until the battle is over."
Malkoy frowned.
"As an objector, you said a few words of advice was enough. Do you intend to co and break the treaty now? "
Malkoy protested that he was not on the wall to fight from the royal army's standpoint.
The prince laughed.
"You're so catalytic. All right. I'll make it right this ti. Do you need motivation? If we don't protect this place at the end of the battle, we will release five prisoners. If you get lucky, I'll give you a prize for it. "
Malcolm decided to accept the prince's offer to pretend he could not win. I could not continue to refuse the position, but the favour of releasing five more was an irresistible offer.
"I'll take the prize to my superiors. "
The prince said, "Do as you please," with an arrogant face.
"Oh, don't even think about getting the Deputy's help in this battle. I sent him to the other side of the wall. Perhaps we can et at the end of the battle. "
"Why the Percival..."
"I told him I'd release two prisoners per Empire Knight, and he ran with excitent. "
Malcolm sighs.
I was an unknown deputy, but I felt more and more aggravated recently, so I was uncomfortable with my judgnt.
But only for a mont did he asure the number of imperial troops slowly narrowing the streets beyond the walls.
Approximately 1,500 people caught in sight. The total number of hostiles was 6,000, with 3 troops, considering that the walls of the north-east and south-west were all encamped with the sa force.
Against him, the Royal Army's troops were roughly one army. I counted the ti since I was released from prison, so there will probably be no error.
Piaget's troop car was about three tis the size of this one, but it wasn't the difference he couldn't overco if he saved the advantages of defense.
If the Royal Army was so morbidly high, it would not be so difficult to defend the castle.
"What's the emperor thinking? "
I didn't know what the purpose of the Imperial Army was to repeat a aningless attack.
But it wasn't a long idea.
Dong, Dong, Dong.
The Imperial Army's drums are approaching.
Dongdong.
The gap between the sounds is shorter, and the steps of the Empire army are faster.
Boooooooo!
In accordance with this, the sound of the trumpet resounded in the citadel.
And the battle began.
* *
Until the first battle began, Malkoy was very relaxed.
He was a veteran of one of the knights, not a commander, but thought there was no problem with that.
But it wasn't.
As a military commander, this battlefield was not the sa as the battlefield seen by one knight.
My eyes were dizzy with flickering flickers from all sides and arrows rising from beneath the walls.
The sound of striking the barracks, the sound of the soldiers' malice, and the deafness of their ears.
The sll of excrent and the sll of blood from the deafening people paralyzed my nose.
It was hard to breathe because it opened the breath that the enemy and his allies spit out.
In it, Malcolm fought unrelentingly.
I turned the ring relentlessly to protect myself from all sorts of things that disturb my senses.
When I fought like that, the sun went down and the enemies retreated.
He was completely exhausted.
To be honest, I didn't even know the enemies were retreating. I was just fighting, and the battle was over.
The battle continued the next day.
Malcolm was able to regain more room than ever. But it didn't last long.
Successive battles made the loop a problem. There was not enough Mana.
I didn't have ti to fill out the depleted manna on the road. The enemy was being pushed endlessly, and he did not look at his situation.
He had to fight with his sword in his exhaustion.
And when the battle was over, his arms and legs were twitching restlessly.
The next day was even more horrible.
As Mana depleted the previous day, she was in the worst shape because she was forced to stay in one condition. The muscles squeezed in place of the depleted Mana did not listen to the buzz.
After fighting desperately, another day passed.
Now Malkoy, who sat on the wall with his pride, breathes.
It was so burdenso to co tomorrow. It was unfair and furious for him to suffer to die in the citadel that had nothing to do with him.
I wanted to go down the wall because I felt like I didn't have the prince's offer at the mont.
But he put up with such a desire.
Just a little longer, so of the luggage could get out of the cold prison.
I held my heart thinking of the n who would suffer in a cold prison.
Then I looked around.
The image of the Royal Army ca into my eyes.
It was a tired face, but they were quietly checking my equipnt, checking the condition of the walls and preparing for tomorrow's battle.
The mountain infantryn, who looked like Yalimp in the dog, struggled to see if they still had the strength.
Malkoy was evil at it.
One soldier, not a knight, could not have seen it.
He made that commitnt.
But Malcolm didn't know.
The fact that those who thought he was one of the soldiers were elite rangers in the battle against the fierce oaks that flourish year after year, is that if it were to defend the walls, they would still be fighting for a month, not a dogbird.
I also couldn't even imagine.
That elite rangers have exquisitely driven the enemy throughout the battle that followed.
Of course, it was Prince Idrian who gave such instructions.
* *
"Roll as hard as you can. All you have to do is put your life on hold. "
Jordans and Rangers did my bidding very well, and Malkoy was already a vine ten days after rcury began.
"If you do more here, you can put the knife up on your own and roll it off the wall, how. Shall we continue?"
I nodded without hesitation.
It was not enough.
The only person who had experienced the atrocities of war, the only person who knew the ugliness, still had to push harder for the strategist to understand the reality.
"You didn't seem to like it very much. "
Jordanian put out his tongue.
It was a misunderstanding that I was trying to fix a brazen prisoner's habit.
"I'm not trying to ss with you on purpose. "
I was just angry.
Malcolm looked so much like in the past.
Even death trembled with arrogance. Only after losing an outsider did I realize that one of them was not the death I suffered.
So did Malkoy.
Watching the destruction of his country, he said he saw the tragedy of the war. He said he served the prince of the empire and participated in the war. He exaggerated that he knew more about war than anyone else.
It wasn't really any of them.
I could hear a lot from his deputy.
How Malcolm has lived, and what he thinks.
And if all I heard was true, all the wars he went through were not his.
The destruction of the country suffered by the Prince of Destruction was nothing more than watching others fight in the safe rear.
Although in the process my family was exterminated and even a prisoner of his own empire, in the war he was nothing more than a spectator.
He did not mourn the death of the soldiers who died fighting the Empire, nor did he think of what they would have fought with.
I just took it for granted, and I took it for granted and resented the traitors.
He never fought with a knife. I just watched my father drive them to their limbs.
The war for the prince was the sa.
As commander of the army, he only comnted in the safe rear. Even that is not acceptable, and I only watched the prince die.
A package that didn't even follow the cause of the Empire, but didn't even have specialty.
He shifted all responsibility because the prince had not listened to him.
It was completely unfair for Malkoy to pretend to know all about the war.
It was no different than a foolish sword floating in the arrogance of a sheep who knew the whole world.
So I couldn't stand by and watch.
It was a pity that a talent rarely seen in the world was consud by arrogance and ignorance.
I thought Gear was going to leave him by my side.
Malkoy's ability as commander was a necessity for the kingdom.
But this was not possible at the mont.
I was betrayed by the people of my country, and the first priority was to fix my twisted temper. It was his task to break the world that had hardened with the insight of the New Testant.
And to do so, I had to roll.
It's better this way than wanting to die as badly as I do. Worthless misgivings or worries are far enough away.
If you roll so well, the false beliefs and values that result from the perspectives that are ripe will also co to pass.
I instructed him to wait for that mont.
"Roll. Until I tell you to stop. "
Jorden said he was tired of being a babysitter and fulfilled my orders faithfully.
I did not lose sight of Malkoy while cutting off the Imperial Army without rest.
Seeing him struggling to die, it was very, very, very pleasant.
I said no to Jordan, but I honestly didn't like it.
I am a Watcher who has watched the war and the difficulties that cannot be solved.
An end to an endless war and hardship.
I needed to struggle a little more with the lamb who had dared to fight in my presence.
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