Rex, son of Belzark.
Like other orcs, he enlisted in the army on his coming-of-age day with an axe, and cut down his enemies.
When he was twenty-two, he almost died for the first ti, and he almost died again the following year.
When he was twenty-six, he achieved his first feat that was worthy of being called a ‘rit’, and his na was often ntioned among the soldiers.
Up until this year, when he turned thirty-three, he had killed over ten thousand mutants, and he had saved over a hundred thousand lives.
Rex, son of Belzark, was not exactly a ‘genius’, but he was brave and righteous, and he was a hero.
“Damn it.”
Yes, a damn hero.
“A piece of shit.......”
I carefully placed my hand on Rex’s body that had fallen to the ground.
The adrenaline of battle subsided, and the silence around began to ring in my head.
“.......”
It was as cold as ice. The hole in his abdon was large and blood continued to flow out.
I tried my best to lay Rex down. Naturally, his body didn’t move at all.
“Rex, are you awake......?”
No matter how hard I tried, he wouldn’t move. It wouldn’t be easy to breathe with his face down on the floor like that.
I had no choice but to turn his head to the side.
“......Fuck.”
Rex’s face, turned to the side, was blue. His breathing was thin as if he was going to stop, and his skin was as cold as ice.
“Fuck.......”
I collapsed on the spot. A faint lightning burst from the floor. A loud electric current echoed between his skin and robe.
[Calmness] is.
It prevented from falling into sorrow.
I would feel much better if I could at least burst into tears.
Today, I owe Rex my life three tis.
So I sat there, folding my hands and praying.
I don’t know who to pray to.
Yes, Rex believed in Astella, so let’s pray to Astelle.
“.......”
And so the silence.
It echoed forever.
“...... Get up.”
Soon enough, the silence that seed like it would last forever was shattered.
The owner of the voice was Geomsung, and I imdiately got up and shot lightning in the direction the voice had co from.
A pure white fla passed by Geomsung.
I looked at him with resentful eyes, and he looked at with pity.
“Move.......”
“Why are you so late?”
I know.
The sword master has co back after dealing with the overlord. I am in no position to ask him anything.
I also know that I was able to seize the opportunity against Malthael, and that the pressure of ‘the sword master will appear here soon’ was what kept him suppressed.
I know that Rex’s death was entirely due to my lack of skill.
I also know that Alter’s death was also due to my weakness.
I also know that it was wrong to deceive everyone by pretending to be a genius that I never was... ... .
“Move. Nothing is over yet.”
“......What is that.”
The fight is over.
The fact that that human has appeared here ans that the third overlord, Michael, has died.
Rex himself killed the fourth, so the war in Valerland... ... .
“Wake up, General. The battle is over, but the war is not over. Collect the wounded. There are still many lives left to be saved if we move quickly.”
“......Save Rex?”
“It’s not just Rex Belzark. Alter Heindel, Sergeant Maxwell, Ensign Matelion, and Private Has. If we move now, there is a chance.”
Alter.
“Have you seen Alter......? Where is he now.......”
“I only have three minutes left on the battlefield. I will take the critically ill soldiers to Grisha first. Your wounds are not deep, so you should wait for a mont, as there are only a limited number of people I can carry and move.”
After saying that, Geomseong walked deep into the pit. As he approached Rex, he tore off the arms of his clean clothes and spread them out like bandages.
“The battle is over, but the war is not over yet. Rember, General.”
He repeated his words once more, briefly examining Rex’s body with a large hole in his abdon, and then carried him on his back without stopping the bleeding.
Did he decide that the chance of survival would be higher if he took him to Grisha as soon as possible rather than trying to stop the bleeding?
I don’t know.
There was no hesitation in the actions of the black swordsman.
Soon, the man carrying Rex on his back disappeared like a mirage.
Only a dark red puddle remained on the floor. The puddle stood still in that spot like solid tal.
Soon, the electricity that had been barking loudly between his skin and robes fell silent.
Silence obscured my vision.
A faint crimson filled my vision.
Then, sothing dark blue fluttered in the corner of my vision. I lowered my head to find the identity of what was teasing my vision. Then, sothing bright yellow greeted .
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“.......”
Imdiately, faint colors slowly took shape.
Soon, I realized what the unidentifiable yellow silhouette was.
It was Lir.
Her robes were soaked in mud and turned dark brown, and so was her pure white skin.
There were red stains around Lir’s eyes. I unconsciously put my hand on her eye. My slender hand touched her face.
I swept her face with my right hand, but there was no feeling.
Lir grabbed my unnaturally moving right hand and asked with a worried look.
“Are you okay? I’ll bring the priests.......”
“It’s okay. I just got hurt.”
I lied because I didn’t want Lir to leave my side.
And I prayed inwardly for ti to stop.
I don’t know why I prayed like that. Maybe it was because I was afraid of what was going to happen next.
So died, so survived, and so went missing.
Now that the battle was over, the general had to take care of his n.
I had to distinguish between the survivors and the dead, and put the corpses strewn across the battlefield onto the cart.
I didn’t want to.
I was sick of talking about the battlefield.
I just wanted to throw everything away and just sit there and joke around with Lir.
But I guess that wouldn’t be possible.
“......What happened to Rex or Alter?”
“.......”
This ti, Lir touched my face with her slender hands. Tears filled her reddened eyes, and soon they flowed down her cheeks.
“They’ve passed the critical point, they’ve passed the critical point. Both of you.”
“......That wound? Really?”
I laughed out loud at Lir’s answer.
It was much better than I thought, even though it was a result I didn’t want to know even if I had to stop ti.
I don’t know how long it’s been since I laughed like this. Two weeks? No, it felt like more than three weeks.
“It’s Grisha, right?”
“Crazy, I should start going to church today.”
Lir stopped crying and let out a faint laugh.
Seeing that laugh, I let out another laugh. It was still like the sound of trying to force air out of a balloon, but it was still fun.
“......Master is asleep right now. Grisha said that he’ll wake up within this week at the latest. Rex, Rex’s injuries were serious, but he’ll wake up within ten days.”
“Rex is waking up first?”
“Because he’s strong. Master is an old man in his eighties.”
“Well...... It’s certain that Alter is old. I can guarantee it. He’s 100 percent old.”
When it beca clear that he was alive, that he was awake, his mouth moved on its own in excitent.
Lir had a hard ti laughing at my mischievous joke.
But it was still funny.
I’m satisfied with that.
“...... Take a rest.”
Her slender fingers brushed my hair back.
Following her fingers, my gaze naturally turned upward.
Only then did I notice the sunset that was starting to disappear down the hill in the distance.
“...... Those people.”
And with ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) his back to the sunset, the shadow of an orc carrying a large flag on his back stretched out.
Behind the orc, an elf was following him, holding a broken longbow in his hand.
A dwarf holding a small hamr and a human holding a large nail were chasing the orcs and elves who had gone ahead.
Soon, the shadows stopped on a hill of a moderate size.
The orc set up the flag he was carrying on his back at the highest point of the hill. Even if you roughly estimate, it was more than ten ters high.
The elf put his hand on the pole of the flag that the orc had firmly set up. Soon, a thick rope stretched out from there.
The elf pulled the rope until it beca taut and then handed it over to the dwarf who followed behind. The dwarf imdiately received the nail from the human and started hamring.
... ... The flag was so big that it seed excessive even after looking at it for a long ti. Looking at the large sagging flag that was not blowing properly, my heart that was trying to be magnificent soon cooled down.
A flag that was over ten ters long, and not even a folding one, how on earth did they load that onto the wagon?
Nonsense kept coming to my mind, but sohow I didn’t want to say it out loud.
That wasn’t all.
I even ntally waited for the wind to blow quickly and make that flag flutter.
“.......”
All there was was a large piece of tarpaulin, paint, and a uselessly long stick.
A simple and ordinary flag without any magic or special processing.
And yet. I couldn’t take my eyes off that flag for a while.
It was the least courtesy the survivors had to the dead.
It was also a ssage from the dead to the survivors.
I’ve kept it for today. So I’ll leave it to tomorrow.
Dead 51,123
Wounded 4,123
Missing 11,577
Survivors 6,781
Battle of Valorand
Allied Victory
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