Chapter 1 (1/2)
Chapter 1 Retirement
TL: Warriormonk
Editor: adkji, emptycube, Obelisk
A worn-out arns of polish that were sure signs of long-time use
“I’ve gone through hell and back with this armor”
A young ly in his early twenties with a fair face smiled bitterly as he looked away from the armor The arer needed it
“I should donate it to the fort, following the tradition”
Luke, a young man with sandy brown hair and eyes, silently recalled the events that had occurred five years ago
When Luke had been stationed in Fort Potellan on the Eastern borders of Hansel Kingdoer had also been brand-new froht
Five years later, present day, the situation had been turned around entirely He was a veteran officer of the battlefield, and his worn out ar field
“I guess I can finally say goodbye to the battlefield I will no longer be a soldier after the retirement ceremony tomorrow”
Luke once again recalled his ht for the past five years
Orcs, a long-tiarrison of Fort Potellan had been fighting and defending the kingdom from
Large scale tribes of Orcs had once roa and noble Lords had fought long and hard to drive thedom
The surviving Orcs were forced to retreat into the unforgiving es of the East However, the survivors were the elites auerilla tactics to dance around the are territories
The Hansel Kingdom had blocked off any escape routes for the Orcs by overwhel out in the e numbered five hundred, whereas the troops that were placed strategically in a defensive manner around Potellan numbered three thousand
A scowl appeared on Luke’s face as he pictured the Orcs
“Cursed Orcs, seeest and the most tenacious ones survived”
The defending troops of Potellan had paid an enormous price to keep the Orcs trapped, and a supply unit or a s wiped out was coht below the fort wall either, keeping the soldiers on their toes
“At least I won’t have to look at their ugly faces anymore”
Luke stood up silently He had received the paperwork for retirement and only needed to turn the a normal citizen
“It’s a sha behind this armor…”
Luke reluctantly placed his hand on the aristics Department
Retiring veterans left the Potellan fort for a rear fort on a supply carriage, but outside of the Logistics Departe and scowled
“Only a single carriage?”
Only about four escorting soldiers guarded the carriage An extre roads that were haunted by Orcs Luke cal the fact that three thousand troops had entered the fort just yesterday, hopefully restricting the Orcs movements
However, when he opened the door of the carriage,Luke couldn’t stop frole soldier in the carriage
The soldier had broad shoulders, a ruddy face, and gave off a vulgar impression
‘Only one other retiree? Why am I so unlucky?’
Luke had no other choice but to step quietly into the carriage Tomorrow afternoon was the day that three thousand troops, in addition to the defensive troops, would carry out a massive, final push to exterminate the last of the orcs It was better to leave before things became messy
After the four guards and the coachoodbye to Fort Potellan
The soldier, as already in the carriage, was eyeing Luke Because Luke wasn’t wearing his uniform, the soldier seemed to mistake him for an ordinary soldier
“Seeether, it’s nice tosquadron I hail from Habest City”
Luke scowled at the na squadron was made up of prisoners and criminals who had been drafted into the war
The squadron had high death rates as they had a tendency to be sent to the h battle prowess due to their h prisoners and criminals
Hal began to glare when Luke did not reply
‘This bastard is ignoringand unscarred, he’s probably just an administrative worker!’
Hal tensed up and began to crack his neck side to side
“Ahh! Why is it so hot? Is it the lingering heat of the battlefield?”
Hal’s loosened shi+rtscars Hal felt Luke’s gaze and smiled
“This is the result of slaughtering the da squadron has these scars, and we carry them like medallions!”
Luke smiled coldly
“I wonder how bored you ”
“Wh-What?”
“Seems like you sewed up small scratches made by a small knife… Why didn’t you take it easy?”
“What? You bastard!”
Hal screamed as he jumped up from his seat
“These scars arethe Orcs valiantly…”
“Are you trying to joke with ives you?”
Luke silently pulled up his sleeve On his arle, e worm It was completely different from the crisscross of much smaller scars on Hal’s chest
Hal immediately stepped backwards, cowed
“Scars from Orcs are usually like this You knohy?”
“Wh- Why?”
“The weapons of Orc are crusted with old, rotting blood There’s no way that those simple morons take care of their weapons”
Hal nodded unconsciously
“If you’re injured by an Orc’s weapon, you have to cauterize it with red hot iron To avoid infection”
Luke shoved the scar into Hal’s face
The scar itself was not deep, but the aura it gave off was unly and painful
“…”