The game difficulty was insane
The feeling of something pressing down on him.
When he opened his eyes, Glen was lying in his own room, and Romina was sprawled on top of his stomach.
He asked what she was doing, but she immediately jumped in surprise and turned her head away.
For now, it seemed that only half a day had passed since Glen had opened his eyes.
It really felt like he could now endure the backlash of Tyrant King’s Wrath.
Compared to the past, when he had to lie in bed for five full days after using the skill once, this could only be called tremendous progress.
Glen heard about what happened after Angonina was defeated from Romina.
First of all, the moment Angonina fell, the demon vanguard fled in panic.
Her death didn’t mean they had no chance of winning, but losing all three of their commanders had apparently caused confusion in many ways.
What was interesting was that Romina said she had prepared a small gift for him.
According to her, during the final stage of the battle, the Canary Knight Order suddenly intervened and relentlessly chased the retreating demon vanguard, inflicting hundreds of additional casualties.
Considering that the retreating vanguard would otherwise have joined up with the main force, it was certainly a huge gain.
“But why is that your gift?”
“I pulled a little trick on their commander.”
Romina grinned.
Originally, the Canary Knight Order had no intention of intervening in the battlefield.
Romina said she had persuaded their commander, who was exhausted from aftereffects and wanted to rest.
“What kind of trick did you pull that made someone who was looking for a bed charge into the battlefield like a madman?”
“It wasn’t much. I just said a few sweet words that people like to hear. He’s probably running around looking for me right about now…”
Covering her mouth, Romina laughed mischievously, clearly amused.
“So? Was it helpful?”
“Helpful? Well, fewer enemies is never a bad thing. Thanks.”
“Hm hm. That’s right, that’s right. If you cherish me a bit more, I’ll give you gifts that make this look like nothing.”
With even the corners of her mouth twitching, Romina puffed out her chest proudly.
She asked something similar back at the jade-colored bath last time…
Wondering if she was afraid of being thrown away if she wasn’t useful, Glen awkwardly reflected on his own character.
After a while, Tasha and Hawkney came to Glen’s room.
It was a slightly unfamiliar combination, but the two of them were clearly in a master-disciple relationship that Glen himself had arranged.
In the past, when Tasha said she wanted to follow him to Haven, Glen had recommended Hawkney, telling her to receive commander training from him.
Since then, until Glen returned, Tasha had been learning swordsmanship and the qualities of a commander from Hawkney.
“She was an excellent trainee. Judging by her skill alone, she could be appointed as a full knight as early as tomorrow. However, she is a bit too goal-oriented, so she’s somewhat lacking when it comes to looking after her comrades.”
“Thanks to Sir Hawkney’s guidance, I was able to learn much more. Um… it just takes some time to understand the idea of never abandoning comrades, no matter what.”
At this point, Tasha’s unique innate potential really did seem to be Cold Vanguard Commander.
In any case, hearing that Tasha, who would become his future adjutant, was growing steadily made Glen feel good.
“……”
However, the entire time Tasha and Hawkney were in the room, Romina kept looking at Tasha with a meaningful gaze, which bothered Glen enough that he spoke up.
“Don’t bully her. She’s a good kid.”
“Bully her? Who’s bullying who?”
“Tasha. You’ve been staring at her like you’re going to burn a hole in her face. If you’re planning to establish dominance, she’s been around way longer than you—”
“What are you talking about, Glen? I was just looking at her because she’s pretty.”
“Because she’s pretty?”
“Yeah. I like pretty kids. Just looking at them makes me feel good. I even want to pinch their cheeks.”
He didn’t fully understand, but it seemed similar to how women liked pretty older sisters back in Korea.
And considering Tasha’s looks, she definitely fell into the pretty category.
Even without much expression or dressing up, her appearance clearly qualified her as a beauty.
In fact, a few trainee knights had confessed to Tasha before.
Of course, Tasha had only blinked her eyes.
Anyway, now that he knew Romina’s gaze toward Tasha wasn’t driven by hostility or territorial behavior, that was enough.
“……”
“What’s wrong, Glen? Why are you staring blankly at the wall all of a sudden?”
“Just… thinking that we got past a big hurdle.”
Thinking about it, he had been running around the Wadsworth territory in a frenzy for two months just for this battle.
As a reward for that tireless effort, the three days of fighting against the vanguard had unfolded exactly as Glen intended, without a single deviation.
They had eliminated all three vanguard commanders before the main force even arrived—there was no better outcome than that.
Guess it’s thanks to buttoning the first button correctly.
In truth, the starting point of all this was the incident where Glen defeated Belmore.
Because Belmore fell, Glen shattered the Legion Stone and eliminated as many as 8,000 undead in one stroke.
After losing the undead army, Bahad attempted infiltration.
And because Glen defeated Bahad as well, Angonina made her extreme choice.
If that initial incident had never happened, the Gray Wolf Knight Order would still be fighting desperately against endlessly pouring undead even now.
They would have kept losing knights bit by bit, and in the end, Ovenue would have fallen before the main force led by Penelope even arrived.
Just imagining that worst possible ending sent a chill crawling up his arms.
But that was only imagining a defeat scenario.
When it came down to the results, Glen had stopped nearly ten thousand enemies with just 300 knights and 1,000 soldiers.
In the end, Glen had won.
That was reality.
Jaber sat in his office, propping his chin up with a bored expression.
Aside from his wolf-like single eye, his entire head was wrapped in bandages, the result of landing headfirst when he fell from the air onto the fortress wall.
Tap, tap—
Tapping the desk with his index finger, Jaber was lost in thought in a way uncharacteristic of him.
Unable to endure it any longer, Jaber’s attendant knight spoke first.
“What are you thinking about so deeply?”
“Drew. How old were you when you first picked up a sword?”
“Eight.”
“And how old are you now?”
“Twenty-five.”
“Seventeen years, then. How many rings of the castle do you have now?”
The attendant knight frowned.
“Three.”
“Three-star at twenty-five… a bit faster than average, I suppose.”
“What exactly are you getting at?”
“Do you know Lady Tris?”
“Of course. How could I not know the name of the one a knight serves?”
“That Lady Tris formed her third ring at seventeen and defeated another three-star knight.”
