Chapter 79: If There Are Dreams That Spur People On IV (1/2)

＜If There Are Dreams That Spur People On, They Are Dreams That People Quickly Awaken From. Give The Peace Of Death To Those Cannot Stand IV＞

To be honest, it’s enjoyable. I had never thought that serving someone would be so fun.

It reminds me of what an adventurer I had fought together with once in the past said.

『You aren’t cut out to be a leader. You’re a person who shows his true ability when used by someone』

I had thought then that she had hit the nail on the head, but now that I'm actually in that situation, I've come to realize how right she was.

I’m a dog by nature, I guess.

Well, I suppose even a dog can make the one on top look good.

Like the previous day, His Majesty went into battle first thing in the morning.

The two horsemen rode across the snow-covered plain. Together with Regure, I watched over them from the watchtower.

Breakfast will be the pasta soup that I had prepped and put aside last night. When the battle ends, all I’ll have to do is heat up the pot and boil the pasta, and it’ll be done. I had slacked off, but I wanted to see His Majesty fight.

The enemy's army had dwindled even further from when I saw it last.

With the telephoto function at maximum magnification, I measured their numbers using the targeting function.

There were 952 soldiers, comprised mainly of infantry and archers, and a paltry 15 cavalry. They were a mere shadow of the army I had seen at the beginning. The soldiers' faces were pale, and morale was abysmal.

Well, a disaster in human form is attacking them. It must feel despairing.

I saw something distasteful behind the army.

People's heads had been hung from a tattered flag.

It was a warning of what would happen to those who ran away.

The drastic decline in their numbers is probably not because His Majesty had killed so many of them, but due to desertion. Either that, or infighting.

The more people’s numbers become lackluster, the harder it becomes to hold them together. When it comes to an army, it has to keep on winning. A losing army cannot hold people's hearts.

From the looks of things, they probably don't even have a plan for dealing with His Majesty.

What is the black elf trying to achieve with these soldiers? Even for a war of attrition, it’s poorly done. I can’t imagine that it would diminish His Majesty's splendor.

「Ahh, they've totally misjudged the time to quit」

「I see」

A mistake caused by the pride of the leader, huh? That’s his undoing, I suppose.

It’s the end for that Myriad King.

His Majesty ran him through with his lance.

Without mercy.

His Majesty swept the incoming arrows out of the sky and kicked away the infantry who were near him. There was no one to stop him. On the contrary, or rather, as expected, the soldiers started to flee.

The officers who slashed at the fleeing soldiers to send a message were all killed by Zamonglass.

Not even 50 had been killed, but the army had already scattered.

Looking bored, His Majesty rested his lance on his shoulder.

It's over.

I’ll go put the pot on the――

A gunshot.

I heard Verxina scream. It was about to spill His Majesty to the ground because of the pain, but the loyal horse endured it on pure willpower and remained standing,

And then collapsed with blood spurting from its head.

「What!?」

「Huh, what happened?」

Regure was unable to make sense of the situation.

Other than me and a limited few of the enemies, there is probably no one who can.

「Tell His Majesty to retreat at once」

「Hnn?」

「Regure! Quickly!」

「Got it」

Regure leapt off the watchtower. After a seemingly weightless landing, she raced forward, faster than a normal horse.

I turned my eyes back to the battlefield.

Though they were surprised, the soldiers who had ran away reversed course.

The mythical monster had fallen from his horse. That alone was probably enough to make them mistake him for a human just like them.

They should have quit while they were ahead, but the cavalry charged His Majesty.

The sword made of Rmir steel flashed through the air.

Compared to his skill with the lance, His Majesty’s skill with the sword was something otherworldly.

No one would expect to see such techniques coming from a man with a giant frame wielding a great-sword. His techniques were crisp, smooth, and had a nimbleness that was reminiscent of the techniques of a certain goblin who wielded a rapier. In no way would a person who had any semblance of common sense ever imagine that such techniques could be performed using a great-sword.

The cavalry were cleaved apart, horse and all, with such vividness that their cross-sections could be seen.

They were cut down with so much speed that they didn’t even have the time to realize that they had died.

His Majesty had been given the nickname of『Secret Child of Velsvain』, but if that is a fact rather than a metaphor, then there is only one thing I can think of.

Gladvain-sama had thought that the blood of Velsvain was only being passed down among the elves.

That’s the blood of Lumidia.

However, she had another daughter.

Ashtalia’s coat-of-arms is a dragon. Not just any dragon, but a dragon of bone, a dragon’s corpse.

His Majesty is most likely a descendant of Lola.

If that's the case, then it's no wonder she fled to the right continent. It was to hide her child from her mother and sister's retribution. Or perhaps to spread her evil on another land.

I now understand why the thing called the crest of the Brave had chosen this place as the location where I was summoned to.

These people are all connected to me. To the people that I've met.

And I have the means to save them. I have the knowledge of what that is. I know how to deal with it.

「Agathion」

Holding the magic sword at the ready, I searched for the sniper with the telephoto function at maximum magnification. I spotted the reflection from the lens. Ten o'clock, right in front of the forest, a person in a hooded cloak was lying low.

What that person was aiming at His Majesty was a M1 Garand, a semi-automatic rifle, with a sniper’s scope attached to it.

From what I could tell, it’s an 80 year old antique, but in this world, it’s something that can kill a hero with a single trigger pull.

「Kill the shooter」

Pushing the hilt of the magic sword, I unleashed it.

It's not as fast as a bullet, but my sword is also deadly. Moreover, it's persistent.

The sword leapt forward, cutting a trail through the sky.

It closed in on the sniper at almost instantaneous speed, but missed. No, the sniper had disappeared into a flash of light.

A portal?! One on such a small scale and activated instantly?!

Rana had used something similar to that type of magic before, but that was magic that could only bring things from elsewhere, and couldn't be entered by the caster.

「Hey」

I heard a voice directly behind me.

Pulling out my karambit without a moment’s delay, I spun around while covering my vitals, and swung. By chance, my swing was stopped by the stock of the rifle.