153 A Third Party (1/2)
The Black General was known as Ainro. He had a head like a black tiger, a chiseled, stern face, body like an iron tower, with large eyes that reflected light like bronze bells, a flat nose, wide ears, and bull-like strength.
His gaze was a permanent glare that reeked of murder, and his body constantly radiated a threatening aura. This man had devoted his life to the military and was last place on the general board’s rankings. He was known to all as a brave general who was always on the front lines. In battles, he broke through the enemy lines, and once, he took eighteen arrows and remained standing, as he fought on to take down the city gates. This man was never stopped, ever.
Standing opposite him was, in stark contrast, a green-eared, white-nosed youth of a General. He looked to be in his seventeens to eighteens. In an older gentleman's world of the military, he was but a baby.
He had a sacred Mithril sword in his hand, a Winged-tiger helmet on his head, an armor of steel on his body, and dragonskin army boots on his feet. His face was beautiful, and he was dressed impeccably, but if one were to look closely, he did lack an air of authority. He looked a little too effeminate, with fair skin, rosy cheeks, ruby lips and a smile was constantly plastered on his face, one would say he seemed more like a model than a general.
But if you were to underestimate him because of his appearance, then you could not be any more wrong!
The sword in his hand was none other than the famous Pale Justice, it had slaughtered many a vicious dragon, and evil monsters. Just think, if it is true that sacred swords always choose their owners, can a mere mortal wield such a sword? Can this be a normal man?
The silver-armored Great General Roland, though only the age of twenty-eight, had already spent half his life on the battlefield, was a renowned Junior General. People knew him as a chatterbox, silver-faced white dragon.
Despite his youth and delicate appearance, he was as comfortable in court as he was in the household, and that silver sword was stained with the blood of evil, tales of his battles shook the entirety of Eich. Those dragon-skin boots, that looked just like any other pair of boots, was made out of the skin of a nine-headed dragon that he had tracked through ravines to slay. A man such as this, could he be thought as a commoner?
The problem was that, both of them had massive tempers. The more famous they were, the more stubborn they got, and the less they would pay heed to any advice. It seemed that, at that moment, the two of them were having disagreements regarding the war, and naturally, being warriors, once they were met with a disagreement, they would draw out their swords in hopes for a closure on the matter. And what a match it was!
With a black and a white General, friction was bound to happen, on top of an already hostile history of unresolved bitterness. The Black Tiger against the White Dragon, this conflict will prove to be a match of the ages.
Right in the middle of the court, standing on the platform, the two of them glared at each other. The dark-faced one thought the white-faced was unreliable due to his delicateness, the white-faced one thought that the black-faced was too ugly and terrifying to the innocent. Anger and fury ignited the air, spewing a murderous aura that visibly warped the air around them.
Finally, the two of them drew closer, and met at last, nose to nose, eye to eye. Then...their lips touched! Yes! They actually touched!
”This is the spirit of victory! This is the ultimate victory of the hag’s will. At this moment, Roland followed the glorious tradition of the philosophers. It was as if the spirit of Abegel (some famous homosexual man) or King Billy (an even more famous homosexual man) lived in his body! Roland alone represented the longstanding history and tradition of homosexuality in all of all Eich! At this moment, he is not alone in this fight. He is not alone!”
”Elisa. It’s enough that you have been telling a story beside me, and now you are making up all these nonsense. I will send you back to the abyss where you came from! Don’t think for a second that I won’t do it!”
As I was fuming inside, Elisa, who was making up ridiculous passages as if she was possessed by some narrator, finally stopped talking.
Yes, the passages above were all made up by Elisa, it was all fiction! I never was a homosexual, never!
There was a silence, as I gathered up my wits to size up my opponent.
””Black Bear” Ainro Soan, a citizen of San Antonio, forty-four years old, honorable Earl in the military. He joined the army 27 years ago, slowly climbing the ranks from a common knight to a General. He always led the army, galloping towards the enemy lines. His most victorious battle was when he led his men and rode thousands of miles through the night, breaking through the encirclement of the neighboring country, and then took over the four cities that were under the rule of his opponent.”
”The reviews on the honours board of famous generals: an old general rich in experience, his methods of utilizing soldiers were practiced and traditional, hated raiders, does not have any special strategies, but neither does he have any obvious flaws, has never faced any great defeat. During critical times in battles, he would fight bravely, and under extreme conditions, he would still fight his way through a path of survival, he was a brave general but not a particularly intelligent one.”
I suppose Elisa’s one virtue was that, although she normally had a malignant tongue and was always giving me these sort of ”surprises”; when it came to important matters, there would never be any mistakes.
When I asked her to provide me information about someone, although she will add a bunch of nonsensical stuff with it, she would still be able to give me what I want.
”A practical General who was not an academic? Isn’t that what people call old-fashioned? But this seems like trouble. Huh, no flaws, no virtues either? In other words that mean he is full of flaws, isn’t it?”
”Well, may I ask, in your opinion, what counts as an academical military man?”
”A bookworm who only follows every military book written to the word. Just draw a hole and he will burrow into it himself, this is just too easy.”
”....do you want to know your own assessment? There is a passage about your own strategizing tendencies.”
”Oh, you have that? Of course, I do. I had been planning to buy it from some pixies when I get back. Good that you have it already.”
”‘The Undying Roland’, Roland Mist, the last prince of the Mist Kingdom, also in recent times famously known as the most powerful Necromancer and Emperor Yongye . He was also the founder of the Xiluo Empire and their supreme leader, and he has had the honour of being 33rd in The Ultimate Apocalyptic Leaderboard. He is known as the Undying because he possessed the extraordinary ability to resurrect himself, and he is also the precious few who can skip over incarnation cycles to maintain his current existence. This is the one and only case of multiple resurrections.”
”According to those close to him, he is extremely cunning and vindictive. If one were to have the misfortune of stepping on his tail… It has been known that he won’t hesitate to use a hundred years to prepare for his revenge. And if you had really made him angry, this avenger is absolutely indestructible, bless you. Of course, one can consider the insurance package provided by us pixies (not to help you solve this problem of course, but at least we will give the insurance payments to your descendants.)”
”According to an unknown source (this year’s latest report). He once transformed into ”the Black Hand Baron” Roland Charname, and later ”Aurora Sword Saint” Rolo Danbouer to travel the world. Due to his undying nature, even if the world is destroyed, he will remain standing. So I’ll capitulate on this; do not offend him. Otherwise, in your old age, you will never know if this shameless cheater will come back and romance your granddaughter ( This were the exact words of those who were once cheated by him, a source has disclosed that it is his senior from the same school, and this report is highly credible). As you can see, this person is rather psychopathic..”
Very well, should I be glad that I have found someone who understands me? Although the description of one that can’t seem to die is a little disgusting, and though it had been written with great prejudice, at least some parts were true. I glared at Amelia who was acting coy.