chapter_0026

26 – The Second Dreihart Rebellion Suppression Battle (2)

26 – The Second Dreihart Rebellion Suppression Battle (2)

Sharen was waiting in the rear of the battlefield, where a fierce battle was raging.

According to tactical manuals, a Magician’s role was to wait in the rear and respond to the battle situation with the Magic they possessed.

In that sense, Sharen being in the rear was a logical arrangement.

However, that was only the case for ordinary Magicians.

A Magician of Sharen’s caliber could act without any problem, regardless of such tactical manuals.

Launching a large-scale Magical Attack on the enemies before the battle even started wasn’t impossible, especially with some help from the knights.

The reason she didn’t do so was twofold.

First, Calix didn’t want such a large-scale slaughter, and second, it was because of their presence.

“How long are you going to keep watching?”

As Sharen spoke, they appeared from the void with black smoke.

They were the assassins of the Blood Clan, the very reason Sharen was made to wait in the rear.

Five assassins wearing black masks, who had turned Zeras into rags, surrounded Sharen, and their leader, Kir, spoke.

“Impressive. To be alone… surely you’re not planning to face us alone?”

“Not face, but kill.”

Sharen said, looking at them with cold eyes that neither Calix nor anyone from the Crones Family had ever seen.

The moment Sharen saw them with the Eye of the Sky, she sensed it.

That they were the same Blood Clan that had attacked the Lord.

Leaving them free would endanger everyone, including the Lord, so Sharen had used herself as bait to lure them out.

“You… you’re the Blood Clan that tried to assassinate the Lord, aren’t you?”

Sharen had learned a lot about the Blood Clan while at the Magic Tower.

But she didn’t particularly hate them.

What they did was wrong, but it hadn’t affected her until now.

But these ones were different.

They had attacked the Lord.

“I don’t have any special feelings for the Blood Clan, but you are an exception. You tried to destroy my dream.”

Kir felt that Sharen was no ordinary opponent from her murderous aura, but he wasn’t afraid.

They were assassins who were skilled at hunting Magicians.

“A Magician alone, trying to face us?”

Sharen knew very well what their words meant.

But there was something they didn’t know.

Sharen had wandered the Empire for the past 10 years.

They probably wouldn’t believe how many attacks she had faced and how many lords had sent assassins after her during that time.

“I’ve been wandering the Empire alone for the past 10 years. How many attacks do you think I’ve faced, and how many assassins do you think I’ve dealt with?”

Flames began to erupt from Sharen’s staff.

Wielding the flames that stretched out like snakes, like whips, Sharen said.

“I’ll show you the flames that have burned assassins like you.”

Assassin vs. Magician.

Darkness vs. Flame.

Another battle began in the rear of the war.

* * *

Jarha was flustered when his charge was blocked.

Clearly, the aura emanating from that knight was weaker than his own.

Yet, he had blocked his charge and even pushed him back.

To find out the reason, he charged again, and Ricain blocked Jarha with his Shield.

“Knights! Form a phalanx!”

In response to Jarha’s charge, the Krone Knights became one, centered around Ricain.

Then, just like before, they were able to withstand Jarha’s charge and push him back.

Jarha seemed to have solved the puzzle a little.

“I see. That’s your Blessing.”

Jarha’s deduction was accurate.

Ricain’s Blessing was the Shield of Protection.

Its ability was specialized in defense, strengthening the shields around Ricain.

With this ability, Ricain wasn’t strong in terms of brute force, but he was a tank that rivaled even SSR characters in terms of defensive ability.

But Jarha was still perplexed.

He could feel his strength draining away the more he charged.

What is this? Does that knight’s Blessing have an effect that steals my strength?

As he pondered how to fight from a distance, problems began to arise among the other slave soldiers as well.

“Ja… Jarha. My… my body…”

“Uron! What’s suddenly wrong?!”

The slave soldiers, his comrades who had been fighting well, began to collapse even though they hadn’t been hit by arrows.

His comrades, who had been fighting hard, suddenly began to collapse, and as he felt his own strength draining away, Jarha felt fear for the first time that he might lose.

“You bastards!!! What Magic are you using!!!”

Jarha knew the terror of Magic and poison from the war and was as wary as possible.

Thanks to the help of the Black Masks, he had been able to avoid being attacked by Magicians in previous battles, and all the food had been inspected by herbalists and Black Mask examiners to ensure it was free of poison before being eaten.

But the fact that everyone was suddenly fainting all at once made Jarha think they were being subjected to some kind of Magical Attack.

But that was a wrong assumption.

The attack Jarha was suffering was not Magic, but in terms of classification, it was in the realm of Alchemy.

Noah had heard and experienced many stories while working as a merchant.

And among them were stories about food.

When eaten separately, the barley grown in the south and the wheat grown in the west do not harm the human body.

But if they are eaten together and then one engages in strenuous activity within 1-2 days, it can shock the human body and cause fainting.

After the siege began, Noah had intentionally allowed the southern barley to be plundered, and before the second suppression battle began, he had given them the western wheat to induce this state.

Jarha and the slave soldiers, unaware of this, felt as if they were fighting demons.

Comrades hit by arrows collapsed.

Comrades who had been fighting hard suddenly fainted and lost consciousness.

And most of the slave soldiers, including Jarha, could feel the strength draining from their hands and feet.

Sensing defeat, Jarha tried to make a last-ditch effort.

“To use such dirty tricks! I was a fool to even try to trust you bastards even a little!!!”

Jarha felt hatred for Calix, who was trying to kill them with all sorts of dirty tricks.

So, if only to kill that Lord, he picked up a spear that had fallen nearby and tried to throw it.

But…

Thud-!

“Cough!”

An arrow that had flown in from somewhere pierced Jarha’s chest.

In his fading consciousness, Jarha witnessed Lord Calix shooting an arrow at him.

He thought that he really hated opponents who killed people with such techniques, and Jarha lost consciousness.

* * *

As the slave soldiers fainted and the war was coming to an end, the battle between the assassins and the Magician was also ending.

The five assassins attacked Sharen with a thorough strategy against Magicians.

Their mistake was that Sharen was an opponent who couldn’t be handled with a thorough strategy.

“Kuaaaak!!! Lord Kir!!!”

Hwaaaaaak-!!!

The whip of fire that Sharen summoned was truly like a living snake, coiling around Sharen and attacking them.

Generally, when performing such a wide-area attack, gaps would occur in the Magical Power.

Attacking those gaps was the assassins’ main tactic, but that didn’t work for Sharen.

No, it was rather a trap.

Already, the second assassin from Valharim had tried to penetrate the gap in Sharen’s Magical Power, only to be engulfed by the whip of fire and burned to death.

Kir seemed to be witnessing the essence of anti-assassin Magical Combat Skill that could only be created after numerous experiences.

“Why, are you standing still? Aren’t you going to attack more?”

“………”

Kir had no choice but to admit it.

Sharen was a monster that he couldn’t handle in his current state.

He couldn’t afford to increase the damage and hinder the sacred mission.

“Today’s humiliation… I will never forget it.”

“Who said you could leave?”

At Kir’s signal, the assassins simultaneously detonated smoke bombs.

Sharen swung the whip of fire, but they were still assassins.

When the smoke from the explosion caused by the whip of fire cleared, they had disappeared somewhere.

Even when detecting Magical Power around, Sharen remembered the Magical Power of the Blood Clan assassins once again, as their traces felt as if nothing had been there from the beginning, and left the scene.

* * *

The war went according to plan.

Noah’s pre-prepared traps and Ricain’s cavalry tactics worked perfectly, and the slave soldiers were unilaterally knocked unconscious.

However, the appearance looked like they were dying no matter how you looked at it, so it seemed like there would be a lot of misunderstandings.

This couldn’t be helped.

Sharen didn’t have any large-scale fainting Magic, and she said she would face the assassins alone, so this was the only way.

As things were proceeding according to plan, Jarha suddenly started to rush forward.

He suddenly picked up a spear from a comrade next to him and was about to throw it at me.

Seeing the future where I would be skewered if I let him throw it, I drew the bowstring with the most urgency and effort in my reincarnated life.

Gods of heaven and earth!! Give me strength!!!

Perhaps the gods of heaven and earth heard my words?

Fortunately, I was able to draw the bowstring safely, and I hit Jarha’s chest with the Anesthetic Arrow, and he fainted from it.

Hoo… I really aged ten years.

I really thought I was going to die.

Our knights, seeing Jarha fall, began to cheer wildly.

“The Lord has defeated the enemy commander!!”

“Follow the Lord, everyone!!”

No, I just got the last hit. Why are they cheering so much?

Well, good things are good, and our knights, with increased morale, began to subdue the slave soldiers.

In fact, the war seemed to be over with Jarha’s fainting.

Some of the slave soldiers who hadn’t eaten the wheat and barley and hadn’t fainted also abandoned their weapons and surrendered when they saw Jarha fall, and were willingly bound.

In that way, I succeeded in suppressing the Dreyhart rebellion with only the Krone Knights.

Quickly organizing the situation, we immediately called the General of the Expedition, Raq.

“My goodness… you really suppressed the Dreyhart rebellion single-handedly. Amazing. Lord Calix.”

“It’s all thanks to the hard work of the Krone Knights and vassals.”

Looking at the liberated Dreyhart and the slave soldiers bound in the Colosseum, Raq was impressed.

It was a bit embarrassing that the problem had been solved while he was gathering troops in the rear, but it wasn’t bad for Raq either.

His mission was to supervise the suppression of the rebellion, and I had faithfully carried it out.

With this, his mission was also over.

“Now that you’ve confirmed it, as the Lord of Crones and the liberator of Dreyhart, I will demand fair compensation from Raq.”

“Of course. Lord Calix. I, Raq, the General of the Dreyhart Suppression Expedition, guarantee it. The Crones Family has suppressed the Dreyhart rebellion. According to the will of the Platinum Council, from this moment on, the right to govern Dreyhart belongs to the Crones Family.”

Raq put his hand on his chest and swore to God as he spoke to me.

With this, all the procedures were over. I shook hands with Raq.

“Congratulations, Lord. With this, the Crones Family has become a great family that no one in the Empire can ignore.”

“Congratulations are premature. There is still the most important thing left to do.”

Yes, it’s not over yet.

With all the preparations complete, I entered the Colosseum to finish the last step.

The moment to put an end to the history of this terrible slave city had arrived.

Author’s words (Author’s afterword)

The ending of Dreyhart is approaching.

Please look forward to the next chapter.