9th Class Sword Master: The Guardian of the Sword Chapter 298

Episode 298

Episode 103. Niackle’s Mistake (1)

“It’s a relief that Natalie sprayed the cleanser quickly. When it comes to poison wounds, she knows better than I do. I still have thick miasma in the pores of my skin.”

Cheryl was checking Yuma’s body in the infirmary. Putting down her magnifying glass, she let out a small sigh and continued.

“Yuma-sama is stronger than a dragon, so there won’t be any major problems, but for the time being, we need to continue the purification treatment.”

“how much?”

“At least three days. It seems to be a terrible poison of a kind unheard of, but I hope it goes away quickly.

Actually, since it’s Yuma-sama, I expected it to be three days. If it’s an ordinary military man, I think he should have gone through rehabilitation treatment for the rest of his life.”

three days At that level, it would be around the time Natalie’s special tracking team returned.

This time, Yuma silently nodded his head, not vomiting at Seryl’s words.

“Still, today was really cool. I’ve never been so happy while treating the commander-in-chief of the army. In the battlefields I have seen, commanders usually don’t fight at the front.”

Are there many such dishonorable ones among Western commanders?”

“A lot. Most of them appeared at a special moment created by the soldiers and received medals in full form. But Yuma-sama, on the contrary, created a special moment for the soldiers.”

It was quite a shocking story for Yuma, who had never experienced a battlefield that often.

If you’re a commander, shouldn’t you fight in the front?

That was one of Yuma’s prejudices, stemming from his belief in his own overwhelming power.

“I plan to fight in the forefront.”

“Don’t come just because you got a fatal disease.

When I looked at the medicines in the supply corps that Rugal sent, it seemed that anyone could be revived as long as they didn’t die.”

“Will people rebel if I give you the right to lead the medical team?”

That was just Yuma’s whining.

Already, while Yuma was in the underworld, she had become a battlefield saint, trusted by 50,000 soldiers.

Soldiers are not necessarily injured in battle. When war begins, such as marching, supply, camp, earth axis, training, and rest, soldiers’ lives face the risk of injury at every moment.

It took only a moment for the peaceful barracks to become hell when even an endemic disease or contagious germ began to spread.

There was no way that all of the 50,000 troops had reached the Kuzan Royal Castle intact.

As soon as the soldiers arrived, she began to prevent contagious diseases and temporarily replenished the medical barracks to manage the soldiers’ diseases in an orderly manner.

Among the soldiers of countries with low medical knowledge, even small blisters were infected and the entire ankle was on the verge of necrosis.

They were suffering from the stench rising from the infected area, but Cheryl treated them with a calm face.

Cheryl, as always, did not sleep and took care of them herself.

He made a medical manual and distributed it to commanders and centurion-level soldiers of each unit.

Did you sleep for two hours a day?

Medical staff from each country started to help Cheryl and take care of soldiers from other countries.

The medical staff secretly managed only their own troops until Seryl showed dedication.

She was already completely dominating the mood of the Allied medics.

If Yuma gave the leadership of the medical corps to someone other than her, there would be a backlash.

“well. If there is a backlash, it must be because I grew up without children. And Yuma.

Didn’t you forget?”

“what?”

“Your first promise to me.”

“Ah, Western medical reform?”

“yes. I will learn a lot from this war. And before another demonic invasion begins, we will develop a medical manual tailored to it.”

It was a very hearty story.

Yuma thought again about how blessed it was to meet Cheryl at the Lord’s Castle in Hayes.

“By the way, Seryl, why are you so obsessed with saving someone’s life?”

It was a question my colleagues had asked me several times while traveling together.

“Isn’t it natural that you hate seeing people die in front of your eyes?”

And Cheryl always answered like now.

“I think we’re pretty close. Can’t I tell you your story other than that principle?”

Looking back, I didn’t hear much in particular about Cheryl. Everyone was shocked to see him drunkenly and rioting a few months ago.

Yuma knew the reason why Natalie was particularly spiteful with Cheryl.

Natalie sympathized with and acknowledged the poisonous and strong mind of a human named Cheryl more than anyone else.

It was the same with Yuma.

Her mental strength, which she saw while living together, was comparable to that of the warriors Yuma felt had ‘reached a state’.

Cheryl brought out an unexpected answer.

“’Seryl’ isn’t originally my name.”

“uh?”

“It is the name of my younger brother who died in the war. I can’t even remember my real name anymore. My brother died when I was six years old, and from then on I used his name.”

It was a very calm voice.

Yuma was able to read Seril’s past in her brief explanation.

And I thought I could understand why she acted like a clown when she was drunk.

“You don’t look sad.”

“Should I have built it?”

“no. Igor, Master Ballinan, Sir Randell, and Lady Catherine would have been hurt if Yuma-sama or Natalie-sama had a sad look on their faces after hearing this.”

Cheryl lightly bumped her fists with Yuma.

She smiled brightly, grabbed a bottle of medicine, and walked to the medical barracks.

Yuma went to sleep for a while, unable to overcome the feeling of the soft bed that seemed to make her body disappear.

Compared to the strong body of the underworld, the body of the human world still felt weak.

There were too many people I wanted to protect.

* * * It was a fight watched by tens of thousands of people.

In fact, Yuma’s overwhelming inaction in pushing back 10,000 Demon Army by himself shocked many people.

The troops gathered in Kuzan, both soldiers and commanders, had no time to get bored as they talked about the feat of Yuma for a while.

Someone expressed that it was the return of Mantu, the grandmaster of the past, and someone said that Yuma should be placed next to the names of Hugo and Duran when discussing the world’s strongest in the future.

Of course, there were also those who feared Yuma as much as they respected it.

It was because Yuma used the same black aura as the demon tribe while commanding one of the demons with a concept similar to that of an aide.

In particular, the black aura blade that rose from the ground like lava bursting at the end was enough to raise doubts in their minds as to whether Yuma was really human. However, they

did not dispute the fact that

he was clearly their ‘ally’, whether human or non-human .

Yuma’s short speech, wishing everyone well, had just as strong sincerity.

It was the kind of sincerity that only someone who had experienced this before could have.

“Anyway, the commander-in-chief is a person. When are we going to fight alongside someone like that again?”

“Wouldn’t the Commander-in-Chief become the most powerful person in the world after this war?”

“No, I heard that he is swearing allegiance to the imperial family of the Western Empire. In return, he became a disciple of the King of Knights. Kyle’s hegemony will become stronger.”

“There was even a story about an ogre slayer and a sworn brother. Did you hear that you are the son of the blue dragon that protects the North Sea?”

“It would be less unfair if it was a child of a dragon. It’s too much to think that we’re the same human… isn’t it?”

“Isn’t Kyle going to hit us later? Ragatino Rollmandi was originally Kyle’s great aristocratic knight.”

“This is a secret that only I know…

In fact, the most powerful person in the West is neither Tekken Asuka Roze nor our commander-in-chief.”

As one soldier subtly grabbed the weight, the attention of the other soldiers was focused.

“What what? So who are you? Knight King?”

“no.”

“I see! You mean the head of the Povian family, right?”

“His name is Adol Povian.

But he is not the real master of the West either.”

The soldier deliberately pretended to know the western nobles by mentioning them by their real names.

The other soldiers, fooled by his shallow words, waited nervously for his words to continue.

“Poin of the top of Pouang. Commoners in the West call him a money ghost, and nobles call him a money bug. Everyone in the know said that he was the real dragon of the West, having raised the commander-in-chief of his time as a commoner. Even the commander-in-chief would die if he said one word from Poin.”

“Wow… where the hell did you hear that?”

“I was just a mercenary in the West. He also trained with the black wolves of Matan…

He possessed the other soldiers to the fullest and had actually seen Puang before.

His identity was a wandering mercenary who was beaten up by Yuma while doing mischief, questioning the conditions put forward by Puang Sang Dan when Yuma first created the cellove unit.

He now regarded the fact that he had been kicked in the shin by Yuma as a medal.

After being humiliated in the cellove unit, he rolled over and over again, and eventually he came into contact with Yuma again, albeit indirectly.

“Anyway, the fact that the commander-in-chief is a man with a big bowl is a common story even in the West. So let’s all survive and expect a big reward.”

They spent a long time laughing hysterically while talking about Yuma’s legendary feat that they witnessed today.

The afternoon sun was shining brightly on the Kuzan Castle.

When the soldiers’ chatter was over, the guards on the wall began waving their flags. Randell’s cavalry, which left to kill the enemy, returned.

When the gates opened, Randel was seen riding a tulka. Niackle’s lieutenant was tied to the nape of Tulka’s neck. Yuma’s order to be captured was successfully carried out.

However, the number of nearly 1,000 cavalrymen was greatly reduced.

My heart skipped a beat and I asked Randel about the situation.

“Sir La Randell! Could it be that they were attacked by retreating troops!?”

“The King of Fights. no. take a closer look. Almost half of the horses were lost, but no cavalrymen lost their lives.”

The embarrassed commanders calmly looked over the horses. Most warhorses carried two or more horsemen.

“Heh, I’m glad! But what do you mean…?”

“There was a trap set by the demons in the area ahead of the sandstorm. It was a rope trap commonly used to stop cavalry.”

The horses caught in the trap fell down with their ankles cut off.

Fortunately, however, there was no Demon Army soldier to put a spear on the back of the horseman who fell from the horse. Because everyone was busy running away.

“I don’t think it’s a demonic trick, and it seems to be a tactic that came out of this guy’s head…. I’ll have to look into it carefully from now on.”

Randel tapped the back of the head of the demon army deputy commander tied to the tulka and said.

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