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Chapter 512

My Villains Episode 512

67. Lord of Icebovald(5)

“Are you okay??”

“……Yeah, whatever..”

Egon massaged his back while nodding. I was hit in the head by an arrow with an explosive bullet, fell down, and was hit by a rock. My back felt tingling as if something was wrong..

I received treatment from the priests who followed me to the training site. Although the flashing palms brushed past each other like a fan, that was all. Egon knew that in order to receive treatment at the cathedral, he had to donate a couple of silver coins, so I was grateful, but I couldn't help but feel anxious..

It is fortunate that there is no problem with the head that was hit by the blunt arrow. This is thanks to the heavy iron helmet provided and the thick armored hat..

Albarn, who read the small distortion on the tall boy's face, laughed at him..

“Why did you come forward? I hope you come forward. This young guy didn't know that his body was precious..”

“Getting hit by an arrow was just unlucky, I didn't do it..”

“No, it wouldn't have happened if you were as good as me.?”

Egon glanced at the middle-aged man and closed his mouth. The boy also felt regretful that he got hurt after stepping forward for no reason..

Even though I shouted until I was hoarse and took the lead despite my fear, I gained nothing. The experienced soldier who had been the squad leader for the past week simply patted his shoulder a couple of times, saying, 'The young guy is brave.' What good is the encouragement of a soldier who is neither an officer nor a non-commissioned officer?.

“But it's all over now. I should quickly get the money and play for a couple of days and then go back... … . What are you going to do??”

“……I'm trying to find a recruiter..”

“He's so stubborn. Even after suffering for a week, I still want to become a soldier.?”

Egon paused slightly and nodded. Albarn's eyebrows narrowed..

“Wow, what an immature bastard he is. Do you think you can achieve great success if you become a soldier??”

“It's better than plowing the field and gleaning grain..”

“At least that means you can age well. In Brinst alone, there are only one or two who became sick while serving as soldiers. Just looking at you, I can see that you are so corrupt and corrupt that you will waste your youth as a mere soldier, let alone a sergeant, you brat..”

Egon was so angry that he was confused as to whether it was an insult or a dissuasion, but he was unable to refute it..

From the boy's perspective, there was not a single one among the officers, non-commissioned officers, or soldiers without shoulder belts that was easy. Even if he enlists, he is not confident that he will be able to compete with the fierce soldiers and achieve a high position..

Egon, who had been walking with a gloomy expression among the conscripts, unconsciously raised his head as he reached the training battalion's station. It's because the smell of savory food tickles the tip of my nose..

Handymen and merchants from the city were busily going between the conscripts' tents. Rolling large oak barrels, pushing carts full of white bread, carrying plates of food, and spreading large cloths everywhere..

Even with his eyes sparkling at the vibrant scenery, Egon muttered in a slightly disappointed tone..

“They say it's a feast, but aren't they letting it into the city?……

“Ha, that sounds stupid..”

The person who responded was the captain who was walking ahead. Wearing a vest over his chain armor and an expert soldier rank insignia, he looked back at Egon with a mocking look in his eyes..

“Then did you think they would at least invite you to the permanent residence? Over a thousand smelly conscripts?”

“Oh, that's it.”

“Stop being stupid and follow me. Don’t get into trouble by snooping around the wrong tent.!”

Following him back to the tent, Egon glanced around. While the conscripts and laborers were mingling and making noise, only the long table placed in the empty space between the garrisons and the area around it were quiet. Upon closer inspection, I saw that high-ranking executives such as ‘Ferocious’ Merg, ‘Hairy’ Henryk, ‘Iron Glove’ Taggart, and ‘Monster Seed’ Golman were sitting sparsely under the canopy..

“Alban, over there. I guess that's the head table..”

Egon whispered to Alban in a low voice, wondering if the squad leader ahead would hear..

“Is the Lord coming too??”

“Well, I don't know..”

The middle-aged man glanced back at the tall boy and added,

“Well, I guess I could show my face just to show off. To prepare this much food, I would have used gold coins or sesame seeds.……

“I guess so.?”

“What are you so excited about? He said he would write something based on the face of the lord, Nari. I would never wish to see the famous ‘Fiancee’ once. There's no way I'd bring you out to this shabby place..”

The chatter stopped only when we reached the tent. Since the garrison was already in a state of disarray, the squad leader nodded while listening to a sergeant's scolding..

“Take care of your supplies and start eating right away! I hope you enjoy the food specially prepared by His Excellency.!”

Egon's squad gave a shout that was a mixture of reply and cheering, and then rushed straight into the prepared food. It seemed like he had forgotten all the military discipline and discipline he had learned over the past week in front of the white puffed bread..

Since alcohol and food were provided to more than a thousand conscripts, not many people had expectations about the quality. However, the alcohol and food prepared were surprisingly good. No, it was much better than I thought..

Egon, who dreamed of becoming successful through the military, was gathering information about the Red Army by spying on non-commissioned officers and officers whenever he got the chance..

The large white bread that I thought was just leavened with yeast was filled with basil and cheese. It must have been a while since it came out of the oven, so every time I took a bite, the aroma and golden brown flavor alternately moistened my nose and lips..

The duck, grilled over an open fire with plenty of oil and salt, was soft and light. It was incomparably chewy and had no unpleasant odor compared to the live bird that Egon had caught secretly from the gamekeeper with his brother-in-law..

The pork back covered in red fruit sauce was the most amazing meat he had ever tasted, and the sage leaves coated in a thin layer of walnut powder and fried in oil were crispy and fragrant. Pancakes with eggs were always Egon's favorite dish, but he couldn't get enough of them. This was because I was worried that other conscripts would eat all the meat while I was eating it..

However, I didn't think there was any need to worry about running out of meat. When Fu Ju-han, who came from the city, pulled up a meat wagon in an empty lot, several sergeants came out, took a large piece of meat, built a bonfire, and started grilling it..

“Hey, hillbillies! Cheer up and eat more!”

A janitor who was busy delivering food turned to Egon's squad and jokingly urged them,.

“It's not often that you get a chance to peel and eat Yeongju Nari. To make up for what I paid in taxes, I have to eat twice as much as I do now.!”

Egon was soon able to understand the situation. No matter how many servants there are in the manor house or the 'fiancee's mansion', it is almost impossible to suddenly prepare food for a feast for more than 1,000 people. That's why many of the city's inns and restaurants were mobilized..

Seeing the corners of the mouths of the store owners, who were hand-delivering food due to lack of hands, being torn, it seemed that the lord was not a great man who would cut his stomach while putting a thousand-person portion on credit..

As beer made from black wheat was added to the abundant food, the conscripts toasted and praised the lord's mercy. The sun had set as more than a thousand men were eating and drinking noisily, but the area near the North Gate was as bright as day..

“It's the lord..”

It was around that time that a sergeant who was exchanging drinks with conscripts with a sallow face opened his eyes wide. Hearing mutterings that sounded like suppressed screams, the surrounding soldiers turned toward the castle. It didn't take long for the eyes of the officers, non-commissioned officers, soldiers, and conscripts at the garrison to be drawn to one side. Egon also opened his mouth blankly when he saw the fifteen horsemen..

“His Excellency God Phoenics von Depelken, master of Prince Depelken and permanent enemy of the Empire of Vermy K-Strom, prays! Everyone be polite!”

A knight wearing dark red full armor shouted for the garrison to leave. Most conscripts could recognize the knight's identity just by looking at that hideous armor..

Also known as ‘thorny’ Fritz. He was famous for being the most vicious among the red lord's knights, and was implicitly regarded as the head of the 'bodyguard'..

Behind him were a number of bodyguards wearing plate armor..

The stocky man with a bald head must be Sir Steedman, the 'bald dwarf', the one wearing a helmet resembling a bird of prey and holding a longbow is Sir Cole, the 'giant hunter', and the woman with the iron decoration in the shape of a feather on her head must be the 'Valkyrie' Tyloria. There was none. In addition, there were about a dozen other riders following behind, but even Egon, who had a great interest in the Red Army, could not recognize them all..

Of course, it wasn't difficult at all to find the object of their guard..

Anyone who saw a two-horned beast so large that it looked like a pony, a sturdy war horse, and couldn't figure out who the man riding it was must have been an idiot..

“……That's Prince Poynix.?”

As Egon muttered words in a daze, Alban, who was standing next to him, was startled, looked at the sergeants' glances, and at the same time pulled the boy's arm..

“You must be the prince, you bastard - quickly close your eyes.!”

Egon was startled and lowered his head. But even for a moment, the boy could not suppress his curiosity and glanced at the lord and his group..

Greeted by several officials, including Merg and Golman, the prince leisurely drove Bai Khon. When the training battalion commander, Merg, reported what was happening, he nodded roughly and pointed to Janghan next to him. Jang Han had just taken off his helmet, revealing his bald head and a large scar around his mouth. Egon could tell that the general was Conwyre, the military commander of Prince Depelken and the commander of a combat brigade..

After being momentarily distracted by the Red Army's second-in-command, Egon's attention once again turned to the lord..

‘They have all kinds of nicknames, including 'Red Knight', 'Terror of Xellntri', 'Rider of the Light', 'Immortal', 'Slayer of the Blades', 'Beheader', 'Sword Breaker', and 'Red Lord'. man.

In the boy's imagination, Phoenix was a fearsome giant who commanded the battlefield atop a magical beast, but the reality was a little different..

The thing about riding a bicon was the same. Even the monster squire, who was a head taller than the tall Egon, looked half a span shorter than the lord, so he was also huge..

However, his clothes and atmosphere were completely different from what I imagined..

First of all, Poynix was much younger than expected and was unrealistically handsome. I don't know if he vaguely thought he was older because of his status and reputation, but to Egon, he looked like he was in his mid-20s at most. The moderately tanned skin was smooth even from a distance, and the high nose and red lips were exquisitely balanced. The eyebrows were straight and dark, and the eyes were long and deep. It seemed cold at first glance, but a lazy yawn covered up that feeling..

Instead of full armor resembling the leather of an iron dragon, he was wearing luxurious but informal clothes. A vest decorated with gold thread was worn over a loose red silk gown, and the bottom hem of loose cotton pants fluttered softly..

There were no weapons to be found, and the feet in stirrups were wearing round-toed slippers instead of tough boots or iron footpads. While the cold February wind was blowing, Egon was almost confused as his heels and thigh bones were clearly visible..

The lord, who was dressed comfortably enough to stand out among the fully armed guards, glanced back and said something. When the face of Tiloria, a female swordsman who was riding behind her a little while, turned red, she giggled reproachfully. When Fritz, who was ahead, complained, the lord raised his middle finger at him..

‘……what? Is that the red knight? what am i seeing?’

While the boy was confused, the lord and his guards arrived at the covered table..

Poynix, who handed over the reins of the Bycorn to Sergeant Goleman, looked back at the conscripts instead of sitting on the high-backed chair in the middle of the table..

“Everyone had a hard time for a week.. ”

The voice that came out without raising my voice even once resonated throughout the now quiet garrison..

What is it, magic? - While some conscripts were muttering quietly, the lord continued speaking..

“Eat and drink to your heart's content. Then go home and tell your new lord what a wonderful person he is.. ”

The humorous words eased some of the tension among the conscripts. One courageous man raised his beer glass and shouted..

“Long live the wonderful lord! May the Lord protect you mercifully.!”

“Long live my lord!”

As the conscripts cheered, Phoenix laughed loudly and raised his hands..

“However, drink it a little slowly. If you, in your right mind, want to taste the beer brewed by the wonderful lord, Nari.. ”

Cheers bursting out again.

The lord shook off the bodyguards and walked among the conscripts with Gollman, who was carrying a large oak barrel on his shoulder. While chatting and clinking drinks with the people, her velvet slippers got covered in mud and she had to change shoes with the monster squire, but Phoenix had an extremely cheerful face..

“Hmm?” The lord, who was walking between the tents with a smile, suddenly tilted his head. Egon, who was waiting for his turn with some excitement, made eye contact with him..

“……Billion, ugh.”

As eyes filled with interest or curiosity looked down at him, Egon unconsciously stiffened..

black eyes. darkness resembling an abyss.

The boy, who was a little drunk and staggering around, seemed to have glimpsed into the spirit of the lord for a very brief moment. Eyes exuding an energy that is unclear whether it is charm or magic. And there's something terrible inside…….

“hey. hey. Are you okay??”

“eh, eh?”

“ Are you okay?.”

As Phoenix clinked his glasses around, Egon nodded in surprise..

“Yes, yep! It's okay, sir.!”

“Hmm. okay?”

“Why are you doing this??”

Behind the lord who was twitching his eyebrows, Sergeant Goleman, who was now a familiar face to Egon, appeared..

“You look tired. I drank a lot?”

“Ah, yes. little-”

“It's only natural since I suddenly drank alcohol after lying around for a week. This is what I am giving you, so just drink this and stop drinking. huh?”

“Okay, boss.!”

Following Egon, Manj filled the drinking glasses of the surrounding conscripts, and Phoenix, who was looking down at him, clinked glasses with him with a smile..

“The young guy must have had a hard time.”

“No, sir.!”

“return carefully.”

“yes! Thank you, sir.!”

As soon as Egon spoke bravely, he internally blamed himself. He was planning to visit a certain soldier instead of returning to Sobanhaltz as soon as he was disbanded tomorrow. If I had told the lord of such a plan, there might have been some benefit..

“Long live DeFelken!”

“Blessings to the merciful lord!”

“Oh, may the light bless you too.!”

By the time the boy tried to muster up courage, the lord had already disappeared among the conscripts..