323. Whose side are you on? (4)
Belitan, startled, immediately widens the distance.
Yes, it would be natural since they are enemies. Once this has been made public in a gathering like this, there is no turning back. Since I promised from the beginning that I would ‘definitely’ be on Deon’s side, turning back is impossible.
Trover cursed under his breath.
‘Dan, you damn bastard.’
Could it be that you had this in mind from the beginning?
If he were alive, I would have grabbed his neck and shaken him. I gritted my teeth, thinking that I had to find a way to kill the already dead guy one more time.
‘No, in the first place, is there anyone on Deonhardt’s side other than Lirinel?’
I guess it’s ruined.
Trover quietly clenched his fists. Devellania, who was looking at his grim yet strangely depressed mood, smiled as if he understood the situation.
‘That’s why you shouldn’t make promises carelessly.’
At first, he was going to say that he was on the Demon King’s side, but then he changed his words, and judging by his unwilling expression, it seems like something is forcing him, but it’s obvious without even having to ask to know what that is.
‘I think Idelia noticed it too.’
When I see you making a bewildered expression.
She remembered Trover losing his bet with Dan, the wisher. Dan, who also secretly avoided using his wishing power in public settings.
It was quite predictable that a guy who was so loyal to the point of dying for Deonhardt’s sins would make a wish for Trover.
‘Anyway, does this mean that the Demon King’s camp becomes 3, 4, 6, and 7 corps?’
Originally, the 1st Corps Commander would have been included in this list, but considering that he had frequently sparred with Deon Hart recently, he was also a target of caution, so instead of making a hasty judgment, Idelia looked at Jaycar with wary eyes.
At the end of the line of sight was a demon quietly examining the situation with an unreadable expression.
“What is this?”
And the voice sounded somewhat shocked as well.
At the appearance of a new voice, all the demons who were closely guarding each other turned towards the direction from which the sound was heard. It seemed like he had arrived late, and on one side, Dernivan, the commander of the 5th Corps, was shaking with confusion.
Which side is he on? Seeing as the Trover who killed Oel is in Deonhardt’s camp, I don’t think it’s there. Wary eyes watched his every move.
“Just now…”
Dernivan opened his mouth without paying attention. I had no time to pay attention to my surroundings. Because the remarks I heard as soon as I arrived were so shocking.
“The commander of the 9th Legion… did you say he was on Deon’s side?”
***
I narrowly avoided it, but my forehead was torn by an arrow. It was torn a bit big because of the unique arrowhead. No, in this case, should I say that the skin was torn off?
The pain was fleeting, and the wound healed in an instant, but the blood that had flowed was blocking his vision, so Deon wiped his unsightly wet face with blood and rainwater. The heroes who were watching were startled by his appearance once again showing his presence.
Deon glanced around during a lull for no reason and lowered his gaze for a moment. A red-stained hand caught my eye against the background of bitter blood.
‘….’
My hands are shaking slightly, as if my mental fatigue has reached its peak. My body seemed to be fine, but I reflexively frowned at the incomprehensible state of strangely weak strength.
“…I thought about it.”
A slightly cracked voice came out.
“I was fighting too gently.”
No matter how hard I try to pay attention, in the end, the composure that is ingrained in me as a warrior does not easily disappear. It was because he did not feel the threat to his life.
Right now, I’m fighting alone against so many heroes, but I don’t feel any sense of crisis at all. This is probably because most injuries recover immediately on the spot.
“If it had been before, I would have been discouraged, but now I find a loophole and just roll my eyes.”
So I had some free time in my hands.
When I was scrambling to survive, my enemies were so oppressed by the fierce force that I couldn’t even make eye contact with them. Instead of making eye contact and trying to read his facial expressions, he crouched down to avoid eye contact and prayed that the next person he met wouldn’t be him.
My composure also gave my enemies composure. Deon realized this fact too late.
“I was full.”
Right now, I’m in a situation where I can’t fully demonstrate my abilities as a warrior because of Jin, but I’m taking my time.
To be honest, the quality of today’s heroes is a bit low, so there are times when I let my guard down. The ‘official heroes’ of the empire ruled by the former emperor, especially those designated during the Eight Years’ War, were on a different level from their spirit.
‘Furthermore, after watching my senior’s Stigma Primero, my eyes got a little higher…’
In any case, the quality is somewhat lower now because they have swept up all those who just say they have the fragments of a hero. He couldn’t help but look ridiculous compared to previous heroes.
You have to let go of your leisure. Because he trusted only the body of a warrior and overused techniques that exceeded the limits of his body, his body was repeatedly damaged and repaired, consuming a lot of mental power. No matter how quickly I recovered, I would inevitably feel pain, so the stress would inevitably accumulate.
I couldn’t concentrate enough to get my forehead ripped off.
“…By the way.”
Then, Deon raised his head as a question suddenly crossed his mind.
Here, there is only one person to whom Deon Hardt uses honorifics. Alethea immediately met his gaze.
“Your Majesty, how do you notice and avoid ‘that technique’?”
It was said that he clearly trusted only the warrior’s body and overused techniques that went beyond the limits of the body.
Even the former Emperor Edoardo Desert could not evade or block me before I became a hero, and Alethea Desert is still alive. It was because he slipped behind the other heroes with clever timing.
Alethea, who realized what was being said, smiled brightly.
“That’s the feeling.”
Alethea Desert has a good feel. She herself knows very well that she has good senses.
That’s why I never ignore the sense that sends me signals from time to time, but there were times during the battle when that sense used all its might to warn me.
An ominous feeling instantly passes through my entire body. Each time, Deonhardt would move and attack at a speed that could not be traced with the naked eye, as if it were momentary but unaffected by Jin’s pressure.
“…okay. “Then let’s just stop the joke here.”
Since he had heard something about the princess’s intuition, Deon quickly lost interest and returned to the topic.
Bright red eyes looked around once, as if assessing the number of remaining heroes, and then focused on Alethea again.
“Now that I know I’ve backed down, I’m going to fight properly.”
If you don’t have the mental energy to stay focused, you can just let it go. He already knew how the minority can overcome the majority.
therefore.
‘It’s time to go back to basics.’
Deon Hart brought out the young Deon from the Eight Years’ War.
The aloof atmosphere that had surrounded me all along disappeared and an eerie atmosphere weighed down the surroundings. Madness fills the empty red eyes, sparkles like blood and eventually overflows.
The heroes hesitated and retreated due to the unusual atmosphere.
“This is…”
“…It would be best to avoid close combat as much as possible and focus on long-distance attacks. Instead of attacking close-range heroes too hard, focus on keeping long-range heroes on their feet so that they can easily attack. and.”
I have a bad feeling. Alethea swallowed dry saliva and adjusted her grip on the sword.
“Of course, survival comes first. No matter how much time it takes, you can try anything as long as you live.”
In the midst of a tense gaze, Deonhardt twirled his dagger wordlessly. The eyes were shiny with murder and the corners of the mouth were curled up.
‘Reason is enough to distinguish between enemy and enemy.’
A young voice whispered.
‘Fear your enemies.’
Obsess over your enemies and go crazy for blood.
Because that will be the only way for me to live.
The break is over. Deon kicked the ground as if he wanted to go first.
Cheaeng! The sound of blades clashing again filled the space.
***
For Dernivan, 9th Corps Commander Trover is an enemy that must be killed. Deon Hardt also allowed this.
It was definitely like that…
‘He’s on Deonhardt’s side?’
Doesn’t this mean that we are allies?
“Please answer me. “Did you say that the 9th Legion Commander is on Deon’s side?”
“They said so? Dernivan, whose side are you on?”
“I…”
The situation did not give him time to be confused. Just as I was about to answer the question full of caution, a commotion broke out on one side.
Everyone’s eyes, including Dernivan’s, turn to one place as the ground trembles. Some guys were running there, driving their horses like crazy.
Considering that it’s from the demon world, it must be these guys first, but were there more guys who would come here?
The short question was soon resolved.
“If you look at the map, it’s clear it’s around here… but where on earth is it?”
“Leader! “Where are you?”
“Great ego!!”
“ah.”
Everyone let out an exclamation as if they had made a promise to the incomprehensible shout.
Crazy… no, the Knights of Lofty. How did the guys that Deon Hardt was holding tight end up in this dangerous place? Could it be that he escaped?
‘…It could be enough for those guys.’
I nodded my head in understanding, but the loud voice continued again, as if they had also discovered this area.
“They are commanders!”
“Everyone is gathered together? Is something happening?”
“Isn’t it because the captain is here? “It looks like we came to the right place.”
Otherwise, the noisy voice becomes louder and clearer as the distance gets closer. Eventually, when the distance was long enough to clearly see each other’s faces, Milan, who was running in the lead, opened his eyes and shouted.
“The leader! Where is the captain?!”
“Yes? Probably in that direction…”
“Thank you!”
“No, wait…!”
Doo doo doo doo! The group quickly passes through the demons and runs in one direction without hesitation.
Trover, who reflexively answered the energetic question, belatedly called them as if he missed it… but is there any way to stop now? Idelia and Develania, who came to their senses one step later, shouted at the same time, beating him who was showing a vain expression at the speed that had not decreased at all.
“What are you doing out of your mind? “Kill those guys!”
“What are you doing stupid? “Let’s not kill those guys first.”
“…5th Legion!”
The next person to come to his senses was Dernivan, commander of the 5th Corps.
Regardless of whose side the 9th Legion commander was on, Deon Hard allowed him to be killed. In other words, this is my competency.
The priority now is to deal with this embarrassing situation. He quickly cleared up the confusion and shouted to the 5th Corps.
“Cover the Lofty Knights!”
This statement means that the 5th Legion is on Deon Hardt’s side.
Dernivan is on the same side as me? It’s ruined. Trover shook his head with a dissatisfied face.
“Damn the 9th Legion! “Protect those crazy colts who run without notice!”
“You know the 11th Legion? Protect the Lofty Knights! Don’t let Legion 0 die either!”
“To protect the 1st Legion Lofty Knights.”
It was immediately revealed who was on whose side.
The strange standoff was broken by the appearance of Deonhardt’s favorite people. The Demon King’s camp and the third force move to kill them, and Deon’s camp takes measures to prevent this.
Thanks to this, it became easier to distinguish between enemies and allies.
‘1 5 9 11th Legion is on Deonhardt’s side.’
The Demon King’s side was the 3, 4, 6, and 7 corps, so the 3rd force would be the 2, 8, 10, and 12 corps, as Idelia said.
Those who perfectly identified enemies and allies based on the information they had previously obtained began to move without hesitation.
And the members of the Lofty Knights who only looked ahead without paying attention to what was happening around them…
“We can’t go any further.”
“Move!”
There was a confrontation with 0 Corps members.
