Episode 741: Changed fate (4)

Standing in front of the castle gate.

Kuung-! Kuung-!
The very gate that is the only passage between the sacred site and District 7.
Kuung-! Kuung-!
Thousands of barbarians are gathered in front of it, each holding their own
weapons, and are kicking the ground at a steady beat.
Kuung-!
Definitely... I feel like my body is uplifted a bit.
It feels real that the battle is at hand. Is that why?

Exciting-!
Rotmiller checked the state of the armament once more.
Kuung-!
A crossbow for one decisive shot.
Daggers and long swords for close combat.
A round shield used for long-distance attacks or when protecting important
people.
Pouches of gunpowder that can be attached to arrows, smoke bombs to disrupt
vision, potions, scrolls...
Kuung-!
We re-inspected not only the equipment but also the consumables in the
[Treasure Warehouse], but we could not find any abnormalities anywhere,
perhaps because we maintained them well.
“Whoa.......”
As I take a long breath here, I feel a little less tense.
Rotmiller warmed up one last time.
‘Have you gained some weight?’
The equipment I haven't worn in a while is a little tight.
However, it is only slightly uncomfortable, but the equipment itself does not feel
unfamiliar or awkward. No, on the contrary, I finally feel like I have found my
clothes again and are wearing them.
'I thought I would never wear it again.'
Maybe it was because I knew deep down that I kept the equipment rather than
selling it even when I was in a hurry for money.
That this day will come.
Kuung-!
Rotmiller, who had been exploring his surroundings as a habit, only then noticed
the expressions of others.
Faces that are stiff and full of solemnity.
He found those expressions very surprising.
Well, if the explorers had that look on their face, I wouldn't have thought much of
it...
Kuung-!
They were kicking the ground to the beat as if it were a festival day, but the
barbarians also showed the characteristic trembling that occurs just before
battle.
They are people too.
We know that if we are stabbed by a weapon, blood will flow, and if too much
blood flows, we will never see our loved ones again.
“The gates will open soon!! Get ready for battle!!!!!”
At that time, Einar, who was on the front line, suddenly shouted so loudly that it
could be heard from 1km away, and the barbarian warriors who had been waiting
for this moment, kicking the ground, let out shouts.
“Behelaaaaaa!”
A shout that made my eardrums so painful that they felt like they were going to
explode.
However, there is no hand to stop the ears.
Rotmiller held the equipment in both hands and stared straight ahead. Standing
right in front of the castle gate were the elite members carefully selected by
Bersil Gowland.
These beings are different from the criminals not only from the stains on the
equipment but also from the prayers emanating from them.
Wow-
Among them, looking at Einar, Rotmiller unconsciously put all his strength into
the hand holding the weapon.
Einar stands guard in front of the castle gate holding a green spear that he said
he obtained during an expedition.
Rottmiller thought, while his back felt stronger than anyone else's.
Oh, I see.
Those people are Bjorn Yandel's 'colleagues'.
Wow.
There is no need to suffer either.
There is no reason to feel self-destructive because of the difference in talent
between them.
When was it different?
He was always slow and behind.
People said that he was sincere, but that sincerity was not something he had
because he wanted to have it.
Recognizing this, Rotmiller gave up his life in the labyrinth and found a new job.
Therefore, it is unnecessary to fantasize about what it would have been like if I
were there. They are in that position because they kept going even while they fell
behind. And above all......

Kuung-!
Isn’t there another reason why I’m here today in the first place?
Yeah, I mean.
Wow.
There is no need to feel inferiority towards others.
Exciting-!
Ignore the cries of your ‘sixth sense’ that senses danger.
“The barrier has been lifted!”
Rotmiller took up arms to fight today.
“Behelaaaaaa!”
Like those barbarians who cry out the name of their ancestors before battle. To
protect something precious.
***
What do we do? What do we do? What do we do?
That was the only thought currently on Sven Farab's mind.
'What do we do......?"
Sven Farab kept asking himself questions and finding answers.
“Huh? Did you hear? We have to save them?”
Should I save it or not?
Surprisingly, Sven Farab was not looking for an answer to this difficult question.
The
answer was fixed.
Exciting-!
You shouldn't save it.
If you go out of the closet to save the woman outside, something bad will most
likely happen.
Sven Farab was currently worried because he had such a strong intuition. In some
people's eyes, it may seem like a small person in the world.
'What do we do?'
How can I persuade Lilith Marone and let them go without saving them? I thought
about it non-stop, but unfortunately, the golden time passed without a proper
answer.
“...There is a risk that our location will be discovered.”
In the end, that was all that came out, and Lilith Marone paused for a moment.
“...I’m disappointed. I didn’t know he was this kind of person.”
Her voice trembled with a sense of betrayal and her eyes were cold as she
answered after a short pause.
Sven Farab felt like someone was poking his heart with a needle.
“...Miss Marrone is much more important to me than someone whose name I
don’t even know.”
The sincerity that came out without me realizing it when I felt like I was being
stabbed.
Sven Farab, who was a little embarrassed by what he said, quickly added other
excuses.
“Besides, wouldn’t we be able to achieve that day’s resolution only if we
survive…?”
Although it was said as an excuse, it was said to have some sincerity in it.
However, Marone's reaction was only cold.
“If we pursue the cause even at the cost of someone else’s life, how are we any
different from the royal family?”
“Mr. Parav, please stay in the closet. I will save him even if it’s just me.”
With those words, Marone approached the window.
And I thought I could concentrate for a moment.
“Nalea cartetura!”
The magic shot along with the chanting sound flies beyond the broken window
and lands on the ground.
“......Kaaaaaaaa!”
Only the screams of a woman could be heard from below, but no other sounds.
This was thanks to the magic of Lilith Marone, a former military wizard, being fast
and sophisticated enough to pierce the heads of two people with one blow...
At that time, the eyes of Sven Farab, who was in the closet, and Lilith Marone,
who was standing by the window,
met. Parab didn't know what to say, but Marone was different.
“...Don’t worry. There won’t be any trouble to Mr. Parab.”
“Yes...? What do you mean?”
Before I could ask what he meant, Lilith Marone jumped over the broken window
sill and jumped to the ground.
“Ma’am, please go inside the building you were in! I’m going to get rid of this
body first…!”
“...Yes! Yes? Ah! I’ll help too!”
“I’m going to take the path here, so please lift your leg!”
Even though I felt ashamed at the sound of busy conversation coming from the
ground.
thud-!
Sven Farab closed the closet door.
***
The beginning of the battle was very simple.
Fuuuuuuuung-!
The translucent barrier that rose high into the sky along the castle wall gradually
became blurred and disappeared completely.
After that, silence continued for about 5 seconds.
And those five seconds of silence were truly strange and of a type I had never
experienced before.
My heart is pounding.
Blood rushes to my head, my vision narrows, and my heart beats so hard that I
feel nauseous.
Also at the same time.
Why aren't you coming?
Actually, did the barrier just happen to be lifted?
So... we don't have to fight?
The moment when such hope passed through my mind.
Kwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
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ut one another -
A magic cannon was fired, shattering the castle gate.
Fortunately, the magic cannon did not cause any additional damage other than
shattering the castle gate due to the protection magic deployed by the wizards.
Ssssssssssssss-!
Even the thick cloud of dust couldn't hide it.
"come......!"
The sound of hundreds or thousands of troops running was heard, and the sound
quickly got closer.
“Behelaaaaa!”
The ‘war’ he experienced for the first time was completely different from what
Rottmiller had imagined.
It was thought that the elites were blocking the entrance to the castle gate, but it
was meaningless in the face of thousands of troops pushing in.
They were somehow able to stop the large stream of water, but it was impossible
to stop the smaller streams from leaking out.
“Aaaahhh!”
“Kill! Kill!!”
In an instant, small streams of water broke through the front line and reached the
secondary containment line.
“Kaaaaak!”
“Aaaaaaa!!”
The front of the castle wall has been transformed into a space filled with bloody
smell and screams, as if the strange silence from a moment ago was a lie.
A fierce battle unfolds in which neither strategy nor military
skills are meaningful.
And that too right in front of your eyes.
Huh!
Rotmiller, who was momentarily dazed, swung his weapon like a madman when
an arrow flew past his ear.
Suddenly!
He swung his long sword and cut down the enemy.
Pishuung-!
He fired a crossbow and pierced the enemy's head.
Fuuuuuu-!
He sometimes threw a bag of gunpowder into the middle of the enemy, and
sometimes threw himself and rolled over to save an ally next to him.
I did the best I could in my position.
And that was true not only for Rottmiller but for everyone present.
“It’s Einar Pnellin!!”
“You said if you cut that bitch’s throat, you would get a level 2 essence, right?”
“I’m dying!!”
Einar shows off her overwhelming dance skills while wielding a green spear, as if
showing off what it means to earn a hundred per day.
Kwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
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aut one another - there up there?
After blood, Erwen Fornacci di Tercia.
Although they may not have the same reputation as theirs, each clan is active by
demonstrating the teamwork they have developed over the years.
Moreover, there are barbarian warriors
who do not back down at all.
“Behelaaaaa!!”
“Kill all those who entered the Holy Land!!”
At this rate, it didn't seem like it would be impossible to stop Noark's forces, but it
didn't take long for that hope to be dashed.
Puh-uh-!
“Magic cannon! It’s a magic cannon!”
Before you know it, the Noark forces occupying the top of the castle walls begin
to fire the magic cannons they have just installed down the walls.
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! Pow-! Pow-!
Every time a magic cannon was fired at a densely packed cordon, at least one life
or as many as a dozen people were seriously injured or killed.
Bleep!
Was a person's life... disappearing so easily?
Rotmiller felt as if his soul was being swallowed up by the ‘war’ he was
experiencing for the first time in his life.
"haha......."
Less than 10 minutes have passed since the battle began, and I am out of breath
and my arms and legs feel weak. Moreover,
the noise was so loud that my eardrums were probably damaged. At some point, I
couldn't hear any sound in my ears other than the strong tinnitus.
There is no sound in the screams of the dying warrior next to me.
!!"
There is no sound in the cries of the enemies who rush in with murderous
intent. There were only two sounds allowed to Rottmiller.
Bleep!
Severe tinnitus that prevents normal thinking.
Exciting-!
The sound of a heart longing for life.
!!"
!!"
Amidst a whirlwind of silent malice and screams, Rotmiller swung his weapon.
Exciting-!
Trying to ignore the unexplainable ominous feeling.