I was walking back towards the dorm while Henry and Eliza were taken to the infirmary.
He had been severely battered, but he will be alright after the healer has treated him. Unfortunately, I cannot just heal him with my ability. It would be strange for a warrior to have a healing ability.
I was walking down the corridor when I remembered something that happened a few seconds before.
"Hey, thank you very much." Eliza finally spoke up. She remained on the ground.
It genuinely surprised me that she said that, because with her entrenched superiority ego, I felt it was impossible. But I suppose those myths about heroes rescuing princesses have some reality to them.
There was no way a person would undermine someone who had saved t
The news travels quickly.Despite the Academy's best efforts to keep information about a sudden attack from reaching the public's ears, it eventually did.As a result, they had to release the official information to the various powers in order to deter them from coming straight up to the academy to take their children's back.According to the inquiry, a new type of monster attacked the Academy's black market section. Comprised of a creature with strong physical and magical defences. The Academy believes the monsters were brought in by a third party, and an official hunt has begun."Are you going to be okay?" A piercing but anxious voice could be heard."Yes, father. I have to leave soon. The dungeon will shortly be open." Eli
"Huff, am I running late?" Eliza rushed towards the enrollment building."No, you're right on time.""Yes, I see. Did you happen to see Riel come over?"Luke and Lance exchanged strange looks with Eliza, who had unexpectedly inquired about Riel."Wait...what?""Nothing. He did come over earlier. He has, however, already left. What's the problem?" Luke inquired."That's OK. The payment for slaying the monster was given to me, but it was intended to be divided with the others." Eliza was concerned.She couldn't express what she was thinking or what her father had told her before.'Bring that
-Swoof.A sword dug into the scorching dry ground and became buried in it. There was blood smeared all over it, and even some blood could be seen hardening.Henry dropped down for a breather, his hands on his sword pressed to the ground. But before he could even gather his breath, a shadow dashed towards him from behind."Shit."-Thrust -Thrust.He immediately rose up, ready to deflect the attack, but he was halted when he noticed two white lines across the monster's torso before its heads slid off perfectly."Don't take a break now," Moritz advised.Even he was exhausted. His knees and join
Within the dungeon, in a certain part of the dungeon.Four persons sat on the dry ground, facing each other. One of them was sketching on the ground as the others stared intently."So we encircle the creature and use the hit-and-run tactic you mentioned?" Henry examined the scribbled figures on the ground, which were difficult to identify."We've only just entered the dungeon, so encountering a boss monster is out of the question. At most, it would be a somewhat more powerful monster that stays alone." I mentioned this based on my dungeon experience.From my experience, the boss of a Mystic rank dungeon should be at Unique rank, however, given the unique nature of this dungeon, the boss being at a higher rank such as disaster is also a possibility.
Gate ALuke's squad had encountered a high-rank monster that was both dangerous and unexpected, at least in light of their current position.Eliza huddled behind a large enough boulder to cover her entire body, taking deep breaths. She had overestimated the dungeon's power. Even when they chose the easiest entrance in the dungeon, they were experiencing difficulties.After they dispatched the initial wave of goblins, a swarm of them appeared out of nowhere. And they had to keep fighting them without getting a chance to breathe.They were just fortunate because goblins were extremely weak.The arrow she took from the goblin archer had left a dent in her chest armour. Fortunately, the arro
Why hadn't I considered this before?There was no one checking on the students inside the dungeon, nor was there anything to keep an eye on them.What the instructors said when they told everyone that anything could happen was true.This implied that groups had possibly already formed.The nobles who follow the Fourth Prince may have already banded together with his crew, making the dungeon a lot simpler for them.Furthermore, the nobles might give their kills to Luke's squad in order for his team to win first place. It was all worth it if Luke guaranteed them something for their noble families.What about the common people? They might be in luck because the nobles have formed a g
"The temperature is turning cold."The arid night was just as unpleasant as the day. The suns have vanished, and the moon has taken their place.The gorgeous moonlight betrayed the night's severity. It was brutally freezing as if the night were the polar opposite of the day."Set up three additional fires around us because the night is going to be cold. Monsters aren't the only things capable of killing us." I stated as I piled up the final scale from the Sandcrawler to make a cover to keep the freezing desert breeze at bay.We had already burned the bodies of the students, and to be honest, none of us felt so guilty about it. It just left a foul taste; there was nothing to be concerned about.And I've already gotten the memo
I swerved to the side as hastily as I could. "Zing!" That high-speed arrow flew past like a bolt of lightning, penetrating the startled Gerard's neck. It punctured his neck, leaving a gaping wound behind as it sailed for a few dozens of meters before landing.Gerard's eyes widened as he clutched his throat. As fresh blood poured from his mouth, he gargled some incomprehensible words."Urgh...urg…" Gerard's eyes glowed with a yearning for life. They were filled with regret and confused thoughts, but as the blood began to gush out of Gerard's gaping wound, all life left his eyes, and he collapsed.As we ducked under the sand, the others ignored Gerard's frigid corpse."Fuck!" Moritz yelled aggressively enough for the enemy to hear him.
"Hey! Why should we listen to a brat like you?" The interjection came from the back of the crowd, a young soldier, his face flushed with anger, his eyes blazing with defiance. The rest of the soldiers turned to stare, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.A genuine smile spread across my face. Finally, someone had the audacity to speak up. A flicker of satisfaction ignited within me. This was exactly what I had been hoping for, wasn't it? Didn't this feel like the natural order of things?I had anticipated this moment from the very beginning. There was no way these esteemed scions of nobility and battle-hardened knights would meekly submit to the commands of a mere child. The moment I was elected commander of one of the three mighty armies, I knew this tension would inevitably arise. After all, who among these talented warriors would willingly follow a teenager with little to boast of in terms of accomplishments? And let's not forget the shadow of my less-than-st
Ladia couldn't help but castigate herself for her lapse in judgment. How had she not seen it before? If the involvement of the magic towers would significantly aid the Empire, then the impact of the very person who had defeated the magicians of the tower participating would be monumental.The princess's heart thrummed with the realization, chiding herself for taking so long to come to this epiphany. Was Ethan's proposal the correct course of action or not? She no longer dwelled on the question.With a steely gaze, Ladia announced, "I have reached a verdict."The room fell silent as all eyes turned to the princess. The final decision lay in her hands, and she was ready to reveal it. The anticipation hung heavy in the air, and Ladia took a deep breath before continuing. "I have decided to accept Ethan's proposal."A murmur of surprise rippled through the room, but Ladia held up her hand for silence. "I believe that Ethan's plan, with a few modifications, is the best course of action for
My suggestion ignited a firestorm of debate among the upper echelons of the capital. The princess convened her officials in the grand throne room, where the air was thick with tension and uncertainty as they deliberated their next course of action. Ultimately, the march toward the City of Aran was postponed by a full day, a delay that weighed heavily on everyone present. The officials found themselves divided, caught between two stark choices: should they attempt to reclaim the nearby City of Aran from the Beast Kingdom, or should they focus their efforts on retaking the more strategically significant City of Northfall?"But, Your Majesty," one of the officials interjected, his voice rising above the murmurs of the assembly, "as we stand now, we cannot afford to risk an attack on the Northfall Fortress! I have heard reports that the beastmen have fortified their walls and laid even more traps to ensnare us! If we allow this farce to continue, we will be nothing more than lambs led to
A chill snaked down Ryle's spine. Ethan's suggestion hung in the air, heavy and suffocating, like a shroud woven from despair. To attack City of Aran, a fortress city now bristling with tens of thousands of Beast Kingdom soldiers, felt like a declaration of utter annihilation. Even Lance, their most valiant commander, had fallen captive within its walls.Ryle's brow creased into a deep furrow. He, too, was a commander of the Initiation Army, a man who had tasted the bitterness of defeat and the sting of loss. He couldn't fathom how Ethan, this newly appointed leader, could so blithely propose a course of action that reeked of self-destruction."I cannot, in good conscience, agree with your plan," Ryle stated, his voice laced with a mixture of disbelief and frustration. "As we stand now, attacking Northfall City is a fool's errand, a suicide mission. We are scattered, depleted, and outmatched. We must first rally our remaining forces, regroup along the borders, and then, and only then,
"Ryle Green, step forward!" the Royal advisor said, seeing Ryle was in a daze.Ryle coughed and stepped forward, his heart pounding with excitement as he knelt before the Princess."Ryle Green, you are hereby granted authority over fifty thousand soldiers," the Princess said, her voice like a melody that soothed the soul. "You shall be the commander of the Vanguard Army!"With a snap of her fingers, the Princess bestowed an insignia upon Ryle's shoulder, its glow of light like a beacon of hope in the face of the looming threat of the Beast Kingdom."I will crush those beastmen for you, Your Highness!" Ryle said, his voice filled with determination and resolve.The Princess smiled, her eyes filled with pride and hope. "We have faith in you, Ryle," she said. "Together, we will defeat the Beast Kingdom and restore peace to our lands."Princess Ladia nodded, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "I expect a lot from the younger generation, Ryle," she said, her voice laced with both encou
The Dwarven Kingdom, a land renowned for its glittering wealth, held its breath. The Brightwing Empire’s meager offer, a desperate plea for aid, was all they had to entice the notoriously hard-drinking mercenaries. Even if their weapons were outdated, their reputation for unmatched effectiveness in battle preceded them. Surely, that would be enough.“Your Majesty,” a guard murmured, his voice barely a tremor in the air. “They have arrived.”Princess Ladia, lost in a labyrinth of thought, startled slightly. She had wrestled with the decision for what felt like an eternity, but finally, a solution had emerged. All that remained was to face them, to meet their gaze and offer her hand in this desperate alliance.Viscount Lamiel, a man whose arrogance was only surpassed by his thirst for gold, strode into the royal garden, flanked by a legion of equally boisterous mercenaries. Princess Ladia recognized most of them – the nobles summoned by the crown, their faces etched with a mixture of g
The scene unfolded with brutal efficiency. Several soldiers, their faces grim and resolute, descended upon Drew and the other soldier, their movements swift and decisive. There was no struggle, no desperate pleas for mercy. They walked away with heads bowed, accepting their fate with a stoic silence that spoke volumes of their resignation.Ryle, his expression a mixture of weariness and amusement, ran a hand through his hair, a sigh escaping his lips. "What a waste of a perfectly good sleep," he muttered, his voice laced with a hint of exasperation. "Young men like myself need our rest, yet everyone seems determined to disrupt my slumber over such trivial matters."His gaze shifted to me, and a playful smile curved his lips. "Allow me to introduce myself," he said, extending a hand towards me. "Ryle Green, third son of Count Green, and as you might be able to tell, the future commander of this very army." He spoke with an air of unwavering confidence, his words carrying the weight of
Two soldiers from a rival camp, their boots crunching on the gravel path, happened upon the conversation. One soldier, his face contorting with barely suppressed mirth, clamped a hand over his mouth, desperately trying to stifle a chuckle. His companion, sensing the impending eruption, jabbed him in the ribs with an elbow, a silent plea for decorum. But the laughter, like a trapped spring, was too powerful to contain. Tears welled in the soldier's eyes, threatening to spill over as his shoulders shook with silent mirth. Finally, with a strangled cry, he burst into a full-blown guffaw. "Hahahaha! If it's the Young Master leading us! Hahaha! We'll be able to… Pft! Hahaha!"The sound of his uncontrolled laughter echoed through the camp, drawing curious glances from nearby soldiers. Gaston, his face a mask of confusion and irritation, turned to the source of the amusement. "Excuse me, but what's so funny?" he demanded, his voice laced with displeasure.The soldier, still gasping for br
The unyielding army of the Ice Demon City had been journeying for a considerable number of weeks, traversing a multitude of cities and towns along the way. During our sojourns, we would occasionally restock our supplies, find respite in taverns, and often in the great outdoors, before resuming our arduous trek.Given the unfortunate circumstances, we were informed that the Ice Demon City was the most distant of all cities from the capital. This reality meant that we were among the last to receive the urgent message, compelling us to join the ranks of the other nobles and their armies in the capital.It was in the fourth week of our relentless march that we finally arrived in the grand and magnificent Capital city. The journey had been long and arduous, but our determination never wavered, as we knew our presence was required in these critical times. I had already surmised that the majority of the other nobles and their forces would have already amassed in the capital, readying themse