Breaking a Romantic Fantasy Villain - Episode 15. Battles and choices in suppressing rebellion
Episode 15. Battles and choices in suppressing rebellion
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Vendankru, the northern Krui leader.
He is currently dissatisfied with the situation.
Wait. Wait. Waiting.
He’s been waiting here for two months.
A little achy.
The inhabitants of the North, who were born to war, were forced to wait in this manner beside the castle.
Their reputation as a fighting people was a shame.
I’m ready to battle.
No, we have to fight.
His men’s frustration was rising.
“Captain, how long must we stay like this?”
“Let’s see blood!”
“Let’s fight! Let’s just turn this place upside down!”
Vendankru, on the other hand, was a chieftain.
A skillful warrior and the sole ruler of his tribe.
He could not be considered simple.
But nonetheless.
“It can’t be like this.”
As he entered Bald Castle, his white beard whipped around him.
For Alhyeon and the Lord.
“What’s going on?”
Lord Wald asked, his beard shaved.
“When are you going to set out? How long are we supposed to wait?”
“……. Wait.”
“We’ve come all this way on the promise of your land, and now you want us to wait? That’s an insult to our warriors!”
“You said you would give us land……. You don’t really believe that, do you?”
“What?”
“There is no such thing as a promise. How dare you think you can keep a promise to barbarians.”
“Are you serious?”
“There is no land to give to the barbarians.”
Vendancru bared his sharp teeth.
“Balt, you are speaking in disregard of the sacred pact between us!”
Balt seemed unmoved by Vendankru’s snarl.
Vendankru felt something was wrong as he locked eyes with him.
That expression on his face.
‘He’s not paying attention to me.
Something isn’t right.
His movements are out of character.
His habit of tapping his finger against his stubby chin everytime he talked was gone.
His eyes, in particular.
He is looking at you, but his eyes are blankly staring into space.
They wouldn’t come back into focus no matter how hard I tried.
A trickle of blood fell from Balt’s nose at that same moment.
I’m not sure what it is.
“That Northern wizard.”
Why in the world did they make him look that way?
If I was going to kill a rebel leader, I’d just do it.
I’m not sure why, but it’s time to back down.
We need to make sure they are unaware of our presence.
Balt, a fine knight, is at his lowest ebb.
I must not rush him.
“Phew! Whatever you say, my clan will take what is rightfully ours!”
“There’s only one thing I can say: it’s impossible.”
“We’ll see about that!”
Vendancru ran away from the Alchemy.
The barbarian walked away.
“Yi, ana, I forgot, ah, ah.”
“tsk.”
I came out of the darkness.
A psychological trick.
Count Bald, the lord of Bald Castle, began to creak like a robot that had broken down someplace.
Broken.
A man whose personality had been ruined by severe mind and memory manipulation.
‘This is why I was hesitant to write it.
I’ll never be the same after this.
In charge of the northern border, he was a capable man.
We’ve lost an important asset.
“Boom.”
Another rebel is slain.
It was only a new method of carrying them out.
Clumsy pity was suicide in this world.
“This is the last time I’ll do something like this.”
There will be no more crossing the line.
As Maurice, survival in this world was crucial, but the underlying morality of being human was more important.
Don’t go there.
Not on the line I’d previously drawn.
“Whoa.”
I breathed out silencing the Baltic lord’s malfunctioning.
That is all that remains.
“We’re waiting for the barbarians to attack the Baltic castle.”
I waited in the darkness for them to attack.
But.
The barbarians remained motionless.
“Hmm.”
They noticed.
The original plan was to
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- break the northern lord’s spirit, telling him that there will be no such thing, and that he will not honor his promise.
- kill the barbarian leader, raising suspicion on both sides.
They will then fight amongst themselves, leaving an opening for the protagonist and the Imperial Army to take advantage of.
This was the plan of action.
The problem was that the Vendancru were better than I had anticipated.
The preconceived notion that the barbarians would be simple had failed.
Then came the next best thing.
The following best item.
Kill Vendankru, the Krui chief, and divide them.
Vendancru’s death, the common thread of so many tribes, would divide the barbarians from within.
We have the ability to wipe out the barbarians as they destroy themselves.
A fortress.
I’ll have a look at it.
I hid in the shadows.
I slipped into the barbarian camp in the shadows.
The most massive of them all.
I emerged from Vendancru’s tent’s shadows.
Travel by Shadow.
A spell that used shadows to travel through space, it was the ideal means to get from one location to another invisibly.
“You’ve come, haven’t you?”
Vendancru had taken a fighting position. He wielded a sword the size of his body in one hand.
His entire body was covered with tattoos, each one freshly cut in reddish blood.
It was a Krui magic meant to strengthen the body.
“You’ve been preparing well.”
I noticed.
“I knew it would come if I didn’t fight.”
“If I knew better, I’d make it quick.”
“Chisel, even the best wizard can’t take on this body in such a confined space. It won’t be easy, will it?”
“You talk a lot.”
I entered the location of Vendancru.
Boom!
The ground rumbled and shouted.
No one entered the tent.
“You’re using magic.”
He grumbled.
He slammed Silence around the tent, as Vendankru had promised.
There’d be no sound or vibration.
He swung his massive sword.
Thud!
It was a devastating attack.
It smacked helplessly into my shield.
“Damn, that’s some jutsu.”
Even though his attack failed, his countenance was brilliant.
It was the face of a battle-crazed barbarian.
He didn’t care if it was a sword or a spell.
The fight continued.
Attacks and defenses were exchanged repeatedly, and Vendancru’s face became increasingly gleeful.
I snapped my fingers, causing an explosion in the path of the greatsword.
“Crack!”
He stepped back from the startling blast.
“Whoa, you’ve got a lot of tricks up your sleeve, huh.”
Instead of responding, I cast my spell.
Stalks emerged from the ground, tying the Vendancru’s legs together, and many elemental spells flew through the air.
Fireballs, magical missiles, wind cutters, ice eros, and other cool stuff.
They were merely three circles in diameter.
Their power vastly exceeded three rings.
Why I’m considered to be the best battle mages
It was because I possessed superior knowledge of low-level magic.
“Hmph!”
Vendancru thrust his blade into the earth, utilizing it as a shield against my magic.
But.
“Crack!”
It was far too much for a single sword to handle.
“Kulk!”
It spit a handful of blood out.
The hand holding the sword shuddered.
“Hmph, hmph.”
He let go of the blade.
“That’s enough.”
“Enough of what?”
“It means we’ll never get past the South. Not while you’re alive.”
“You know that well.”
The Vendancru can’t defeat me even if I die and rise again.
The Krui are more vulnerable to magic than other races.
“I give up. I never thought I’d spit these words in my life. I can’t look at the faces of my people.”
Vendancru made a bitter smile.
“Are you saying you’re going to die this way?”
“No. I’m asking you to negotiate.”
“Negotiate?”
“You’re trying to protect your people, aren’t you?”
He wasn’t completely wrong.
But it was more about protecting my body than it was about protecting my people.
I’m curious if he interpreted my silence as confirmation.
“I realize that the rumors are not all true. An imperial mage who is said to be cold-blooded is trying to save his people. Interesting.”
He made no attempt to clarify up the misunderstanding.
“There is no such thing as a defeated warrior, and I will defeat your army. I will turn all my forces back to the north.”
“Why?”
“Because you were defeated in a sacred duel.”
Vendancru laughed and spat blood into his lips.
“In exchange, I will give you my daughter.”
“Huh?”
“As proof of your trust in my word. To the victor goes what is most precious. It is our way.”
My brain couldn’t keep up with the rapid change.
“You want me to become a barbarian’s son-in-law?”
He laughed softly.
“You don’t need to be a son-in-law. You can be a concubine. The important thing is that I receive your strong seed.”
“If I refuse and kill you, what will you do?”
“I’ve already told you that when I’m dead, you’ll lead an army south. If you refuse my offer, I will commit suicide here and send my army out.”
In other words, refusing meant going to war.
“Let me think about how I can save more of my people.”
Take a look at that.
He was skilled at kidnapping.
This was not a problem that could be remedied by the death of a single person.
There are 20,000 horsemen.
They rode werewolves rather than horses.
Cavalry are wolf riders, not horses.
Their power was tremendous.
This was no minor thing.
“Whoa. You’ve become a nuisance.”
“I take it you accept.”
I nodded, my hand going over my sticky hair.
“Got it.”
“Kahahaha, good. Good!”
“Good. I’ll come to you when you’ve withdrawn your troops.”
“Understood.”
I cast Silas’s magic and slipped into the shadows.
The barbarians turned on their troops and fled before I could return to headquarters.
“Minister, they’ve retreated!”
“I saw it.”
“What on earth did you do?”
“Nothing much.”
I didn’t bring up the Vendancru treaty.
The Baltic citadel was too easy prey with its main barbarian troop missing and its commander dead.
“It was a brilliant plan.”
“I’m giving up without a fight.”
As they shouted out my name, the soldiers who had retaken the fortress rejoiced.
“Long live Minister Maurice!”
“Long live Maurice Dmitri!”
Balt, who was already bewildered, was quickly caught.
“Heh, heh. Hey, promises made, promises withdrawn…….”
Marquis Romero’s expression appeared shocked as he looked at the completely demolished Wald.
He focused his eyes on me.
“Treason is a capital offense that must be destroyed by three generations, so the punishment is Imperial law.”
“I understand.”
As he walked away, I could hear the Marquis de Romero talking to his troops.
“A master of torture, indeed. How did he go from being a strong man to this broken man…….”
Another nasty act to add to his list.
I’ve come to the point in the game when I don’t really care anymore.
“I’m going to run some errands.”
I flew into the sky once I was satisfied that the Baltic castle was fully inhabited.
I flew north, following the Kruis across the border.
The horsemen on the other side of the border pointed me out.
The Kruis regarded me with suspicion.
“What are you doing to our honored guest!”
When I heard Vendankru’s voice echoed across the land, I dropped my spear.
“You are about to become my father-in-law. Serve me with honor.”
Vendankru approached with curiosity, undisturbed by his wounds.
“First, I must see your daughter’s face before I continue with the wedding.”
“ Allow me to introduce you to my daughter.”
I’ll be completely honest.
Why I didn’t like Vendankru’s offer?
It was because of his tough face and body.
He is exactly like a single gorilla.
His daughter, being of his blood, would undoubtedly be just like him.
More trouble at home.
I thought to myself.
A woman approached me while being escorted by troops.
Her face had been covered by a veil and she was dressed in fur.
“You’re smaller than I expected.
She was Vendankru’s exact opposite.
Short, just over five feet tall, with snow-white hair.
I couldn’t see her face, but her skin was soft and gleaming through her clothes.
“Daughter, show your face to my soon to be son-in-law.”
The woman took off her veil.
She looked like a snow goddess.
Her hair was white, and so were her eyelashes.
“Greetings. “Hello, my name is Snow White.”
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