The Extra Wants To Live Chapter 146: Aric Biggest Obstacle

Billford unfortunately got eliminated in the semi-finals.

This was because the knight who stood against him was a mana user and forced a terrible war of attrition based on his overwhelming physical abilities.

Billford, who already had weak stamina, fought a jousting match all day long and then fought a knight who controlled mana for 18 rounds, so it was inevitable that his stamina would drop.

In the end, Billford lost by one point, but honestly, it was a bit difficult to call it Billford's loss.

A 15-year-old seed got there with only skill against a knight in his mid-20s who deals with mana. Even while Billford's spears were all clearly broken, most of the other knights' spears, like Carl's, had only the tips broken.

It ans that there was an overwhelming difference in skill.

"Phew… ."

But that didn't really matter to Billford, who ended up losing. Aware of his own talents and with a hint of arrogance, Billford had strict standards for himself. MVLeMpYr-chapter

Defeat is defeat and for Billford, it is unacceptable.

Billford, who had been so active in the suppression of the Gnoll in Hilpin, even cried out of frustration. This ti too, he had enough skill, but he lost because of mana. Mana, mana, that damn mana!

"You beat up like that and you're still not satisfied?"

"Oh, oh, that's not it… ."

Carl smiles and says to Billford, who is gritting his teeth in resentnt. Billford was flustered and then realized it was Carl's consideration and blushed in embarrassnt.

After failing due to his lack of ability, he beca childish and was consoled by his lord, Carl. It was shaful.

"Lady Catherine, you should have seen what Bilford did to . I really thought Bilford was going to kill . Harmon, you too, tell Left Catherine what I was like."

"… ."

Isn't that… comforting?

"Because you told to do it sincerely… ."

Everyone stared blankly as Billford mumbled excuses.

The only person who didn't know that Carl was trying to comfort him and tease him was Billford. Carl walked around, watching matches that were still going on, talking to many people, and even watching strategy gas.

"This ti, there's another interesting pattern. Okay, those who haven't received it, go get it quickly."

After the strategy ga using the models was over, they also shared so war and battle aspects that were especially worth recording.

Carl liked to bond with others by sharing ideas on how to solve difficult situations, so he always gave them howork like this.

"What does it look like, lord Carl?"

"Hmm… . Aren't you setting the conscripts and light infantry too weak? On the other hand, the heavy cavalry seems too strong."

Carl questioned the settings of each model soldier before the battle.

This beca another interesting topic of conversation.

"Heavy cavalry is actually strong!"

"Huh! Even if they are heavy cavalry, isn't it excessive to charge at a well-ford line of heavy infantry and take half of them?"

"If the heavy cavalry charges with determination and the resolve to risk death, they can easily break even the well-organized heavy infantry!"

"Even so, the casualties among the heavy infantry will not be that high. Only the cavalry will be slaughtered in droves."

Since it was the party of Captain Milione, everyone was dissatisfied with the excessively strong cavalry, but no one could say a word until Carl pointed this out.

The fire spread in an instant.

In fact, what Carl wanted to point out was the 'too weak conscripts and light infantry.'

For Carl, who had experience in making a triple-tier formation with farrs and woodcutters and beating the Gnol, the idea of 'a conscripted force that would imdiately fall apart in a cavalry charge' seed to be greatly underestimated.

Of course, Carl also knew that the morale of the conscripts was already at rock bottom.

But Carl was a commander who made even the conscripts have higher morale than the elite soldiers.

What Carl wanted to say was that 'conscripts can also do their job well if they are treated well.' But the topic had already shifted to

'So, is heavy cavalry stronger? Or is heavy infantry stronger?'

"No matter how strong the cavalry is, don't you know that it is no match for well-organized infantry?"

"Cavalry is the main character of the battlefield!"

The heated atmosphere seed impossible to resolve with words, and eventually the terrible thought,

'Then let's have a go at it for real!' surfaced.

"If not now, then when?"

The nobles, knights, officers, and children who had co out in droves and followed their fathers gathered at the jousting arena.

"Wow!"

"Destroy it!"

Carl swallowed a deep sigh as he watched the madn donning their armor and trying to fight actual heavy cavalry against heavy infantry.

At first, the elders were polite and thoughtful about their appearance, but now they were getting excited and yelling like teenage boys.

"Who do you think will win?"

Thanks to this, Carl was able to hide from the commotion and have another chance to have a quiet conversation with Milione.

"Of course, the heavy infantry will win."

Cavalry Captain Milione surprisingly readily said so.

Because that's reality.

Cavalry Captain Milione was no punk who would charge his cavalry against a line of heavy infantry, and he had no intention of giving command to such a brainless punk.

"Then why did you make the heavy cavalry so strong?"

"Well, that's because I like heavy cavalry."

"Well, if that's the case, then there's nothing I can do."

Reality is reality, and fantasy is fantasy.

As Carl nods, both sides prepare and take up their lines.

Those who had beco heavy cavalry and were charged into the ranks of heavy infantry, unlike when they had been confident at first, ca to their senses and beca thoughtful when they saw the solid formation.

But now they couldn't turn back.

"When Brother Aric returns, won't we be able to et at the party?"

"I guess so."

"I'm trying to say hello, but I'm having trouble deciding what to say."

At Carl's calm voice, Milione rolled his eyes and looked down at him.

"I was thinking about what Brother Boros would like to say the most."

Carl smiled, squinting his eyes through his flowing blond hair. Carl already knew what that ant, and so did Milione.

'Aric must beco the crown prince!'

If Carl, who had beco the biggest obstacle threatening Aric position now that the crown prince's appointnt had been delayed so much, said so, peace would co.

But for the military figures who supported Carl, those words from Carl must have been very disappointing.

That's why he needed Milione.

He needed the cavalry captain Milione Hansval, who was the most powerful man in the military in peaceti and realized what kind of person Carl was when he took his hand.

Milione, who knew that Carl was hiding the blade in a rotten rope, must suppress the divisions in the military and their disappointnt in Carl.