Chapter 200

Chapter 34

It had been about two days since Glenn departed from Delphius territory.

Tomorrow, he would finally arrive at Reigle, the main city of Marquis Reigle.

Swoooosh—

Near the campsite, in a clearing, Glenn, who had been performing sword exercises for dozens of minutes, slowly caught his breath and stopped moving.

“Phew.”

Now, such personal training didn’t have much effect on growth, but it was still good to awaken the senses, so Glenn never skipped it, not even a single day.

Whoooosh—

The winter wind cooled his sweat. Glenn closed his eyes and enjoyed it.

There was nothing better to clear a dizzy mind.

“Finished?”

A sultry voice rang in his ears. It was Romina.

“…Ah, geez. You scared me.”

“For someone who’s scared, that reaction is kind of weak? Why are you speaking like you’re reading a book?”

“I was surprised on the inside.”

Normally, even with eyes closed, Glenn should have sensed her presence. But Romina, deliberately hiding her presence and magical energy, was impossible to detect even for herself.

“…So why did you come?”

“Just. Came to call you for dinner.”

“Huh? Dinner? How long has it been since lunch…? Oh, I see.”

When he started training, the sun had been high overhead, but now it had set long ago. The clear sky had taken on a bluish shade.

Even though the effect was small, Glenn had gotten into the habit of training for several hours once he started.

“My focus is crazy.”

“Why are you acting so surprised? You do this every day. Let’s go.”

Romina casually grabbed Glenn’s hand and pulled him along. Glenn shrugged and walked beside her.

“Today, Ridenhall prepared it, so it will be pretty good. The soup with meat we had that time? That one.”

“If Ridenhall made it, anything is fine.”

“…If I make it?”

“Nothing you make is good.”

“Could you lie a little? I know my skills, but it’s a bit harsh to hear.”

Honestly, Romina’s cooking skills couldn’t be praised even as a compliment.

Since she had a false identity, there was no need to cook well, but Romina’s cooking went beyond being bad.

She put raw chicken and salt in a pot and called that cooking…

“If… you tried for ten years, maybe you could reach the tip of Lucy’s skills.”

“Is lying really that hard?”

“I am lying?”

Glenn answered slyly, and Romina furrowed her brows.

“Then what is your true opinion?”

“Unless you are reborn, your cooking skills are… ugh!”

An elbow struck his solar plexus, and Glenn bent over automatically.

Being with Romina, their jokes and teasing had increased, which also meant they had become more comfortable with each other.

Honestly, it wasn’t bad.

It was much better than wandering around with dead eyes as if carrying all the burdens of the world.

Thinking like that, they returned to the campsite, and Romina changed the topic.

“Do you think you can handle it?”

“What? Reigle? Suddenly?”

“Just. I saw you fighting the day before yesterday and wondered how long Reigle could hold against a 9-Star opponent.”

Glenn tilted his head. Romina’s question was rather random.

“Why? Are you worried?”

“Well. I’m wondering what would happen if he abandoned the territory and ran away.”

“Hmm… if the opponent is a 9-Star magic swordsman, that could happen…”

“And Marquis Reigle? I heard he’s a sly man. Won’t he just abandon everything and run?”

Palador Reigle, Glenn’s biological father Henry Wadsworth’s close friend, looked cheerful and bold but was a dark-minded man.

Normally, he acted like a good-natured, knightly man, but if his life was in danger, he would do anything to survive.

In fact, when Glenn played as a demon character and pushed the frontline, he had seen Marquis Reigle abandon his mansion and flee several times.

“Well… if that happens, my plans will fail, and it will be a troublesome fight…”

Glenn raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

“Probably, it won’t happen.”

“Really? From what you say, he’s the kind to run away.”

“True. But he’s clever like a fox. He won’t do such a foolish thing now.”

Romina tilted her head. Glenn smiled cunningly.

“That man tries to minimize loss until the tip of a sword reaches his neck.”

Reigle Marquis House

After the decline of the prestigious Wadsworth family, the Reigle family, alongside Albeluce, became one of the greatest noble houses in the Papal State.

Located at the western edge, its vast plains and rich resources made it extremely large.

Reigle commanded numerous minor nobles, and the military power obtained from them was immense. Simply by numbers, it accounted for about 30% of the Papal State’s total troops.

But that was it.

Compared to its overwhelming numbers, Reigle had few high-level priests and holy knights.

Of course, most of the minor nobles under them were 6 to 7 Stars, so saying there were too few high-level holy knights wasn’t entirely correct.

But military power is relative.

The First Army Corps of the Demon King’s forces, which Reigle had to face, was smaller in number but surpassed Reigle in actual combat power.

This was because the asymmetric power—comparing tactical-grade fighters above 8 Stars—was overwhelmingly stronger for the First Army Corps.

Currently, Reigle had only two tactical-grade fighters: Palador Reigle, the lord, and Leon Walter, the leader of his elite White Whale Knight Order. Both were 8 Stars, considered the strongest holy knights.

However, the First Army Corps, appearing for the first time at the frontline, had only three commanders equivalent to 8-Star generals.

Above them was the infamous 9-Star magic swordsman Rowen, the second in command of the Demon King’s army, making it impossible for Reigle to compete.

Brave vassals and their knights fought valiantly, but continuous defeats crushed Reigle’s morale.

Within a week of the first battle, half of the territory had been reduced to ashes.

“Your Excellency… I believe a decision must be made.”

A senior court official quietly spoke to Palador.

At Reigle, the main city, a cold atmosphere filled the fortified mansion’s meeting room.

Though twenty commanders and nobles were present, none dared to speak in the uneasy atmosphere.

“The enemy has divided their corps into three divisions, striking north, central, and south simultaneously. The local lords are repeatedly losing.”

The local lords were only 6 Stars, at most 7 Stars. They could not face the Demon King’s army led by 8-Star commanders.

“Normally, focusing power to break the front would be correct….”

But the front was held by a 9-Star magic swordsman. Nothing could be done.

“If time passes like this, the northern and southern territories will fall, leaving Reigle isolated.”

“Your Excellency, we beg you to withdraw to Raberk. There you can join reinforcements from the capital.”

Palador closed his eyes slowly at the old minister’s words.

As the commanders looked around nervously and stayed silent, a burly young knight stood.

“Your Excellency! You must not listen to Sir Zeren!”

It was Leon Walter, young leader of the White Whale Knight Order, Reigle’s strongest knights.

“According to Sir Zeren, Raberk can hold until reinforcements arrive. But! Doing so will sacrifice the civilians who cannot keep up during retreat!”

Palador remained silent. Leon’s fierce eyes blazed as he continued.

The old minister frowned as some commanders avoided Leon’s gaze.

“Of course, as a knight, one must follow duty… but Sir Leon, consider that the number of civilians you must protect in the future is greater than those before you now.”

“Future civilians?”

“Yes. Their lives are important, but your life as a protector is twice as important.”

Leon fell silent.

The old minister’s words were cunning. He did not reject knightly duty but argued for preserving life to fulfill it.

“But… how can I weigh civilians’ lives…?”

“I do not say abandon them. Lead as many as possible to safety.”

“…Understood…”

Leon’s fire in his eyes dimmed. Even the White Whale Knight leader was only a rookie in front of the experienced minister.

“Indeed… listening, Sir Zeren’s plan makes sense.”

“Yes! A man must know when to retreat.”

“I agree.”

Commanders began to support the old minister’s words.

Even if their interpretation of knightly duty was self-serving, they knew the battle was hopeless, and their lives were valuable.

Palador himself thought the same.

Though bold and cheerful outwardly, inside lived a cunning fox.

But cunning Palador made a choice no one expected.

“I decide. From this moment, anyone discussing retreat from this seat will not be forgiven by my sword.”

“Eh, what?!”

“Your Excellency! What do you mean?!”

“You will be utterly defeated if you fight!”

The unexpected decision shocked the commanders and vassals.

Even the calm old minister Zeren widened his eyes slightly, silently observing Palador.

Palador’s decisive move relied on Reigle’s centuries-old foundation of knightly honor.

Currently, Albeluce and Reigle were the most powerful families, but in knightly virtue, Reigle was unmatched.

If Reigle abandoned his people? Survival would come at too high a cost.

‘Even if they survive, Reigle will never regain its former honor.’

Thus, he would sacrifice his vassals to preserve knightly virtue.

Palador wanted to keep both honor and life, returning to the capital after a lost battle.

Of course, he would go to the battlefield. Hiding behind would bring the greatest shame. But he would not die unnecessarily.

‘Knightly honor is only meaningful while alive.’

With this selfish reasoning, Palador spoke:

“Sir Zeren’s advice is valid. A knight dying in vain loses future lives of civilians.”

“Yes. That is…”

“But!”

His sword rose to the sky, blade sharpened.

“A knight who cannot protect civilians now cannot claim to protect future civilians!”

“That is…”

“A knight who postpones is a coward! Such a one cannot call themselves a Reigle knight!”

“No one!”

Leon raised his voice, followed by the other commanders.

“Yes, no one!”

“Yes!”

“Correct. We are Reigle’s knights. We must fight for the young civilians. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes! I, Leon Walter, will follow the lord’s will!”

The previously cold room burned with fervor.

Commanders shed fear and glared fiercely. Palador laughed boldly, hiding a cunning smile.

Unaware that this benefit to himself was part of a man’s plan unfolding.

Tens of kilometers from Reigle

In the central tent of the advancing First Army Corps of the Demon King’s army,

The red-eyed female demon slowly lifted her head and reached for the large greatsword beside her.

“…”

It was not her usual sword, so it did not fit her hand.

But her roughened hand gripped the greatsword tightly, as if drawn by something she did not notice.

Her red eyes gleamed fiercely.

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