Volume 2 Chapter 98 Request For Reinforcements From Izerland Fortress III
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
A red light, blazing like the sun, erupted at the rear of the unit.
”Huh?”
A scorching wind surged forward, followed by a chorus of screams and panicked shouts from the mercenaries in the back.
He couldn’t comprehend what was happening. Stunned, he stood frozen as the foul stench of burning flesh drifted in from upwind.
”It’s the *Sword Saint of the Sun*!”
A mercenary, barely escaping from behind, crawled forward and shouted, his voice filled with terror.
”Oswald has appeared! Everyone was blown away by the Holy Sword of the Sun’s strike!”
*”What a fooli—”*
Before the words could fully leave his lips, another blast erupted.
A red light.
A fiery explosion, swelling like a second sun upon the earth.
Charred bodies soared through the air, flung weightlessly behind the impact.
The mercenary captains near McCutchen convulsed, their flesh scorched and peeling, agony twisting their expressions.
”────”
The old steward’s eyes flicked to the expensive *magic-repelling ring* on his right hand.
It did nothing.
The wind slammed into him, forcing him back as he listened to the distant, fading screams of mercenaries collapsing—
Their bodies rotting as they fell.
”Huh…? What…?”
Eventually, all the soldiers around McCutchen, except for him in high-class gear, perished.
The magician unit suffered the same fate, indeed.
He gazed around the battlefield, which had turned into hell in an instant.
He didn’t understand.
It was incomprehensible.
What in the world had happened──.
If this is a dream, he wishes to wake up──McCutchen glanced at the mercenary captain next to him, reduced to a smoking pile.
However, as if to crush the old steward’s faint hope, a man enveloped in golden magic power appeared from behind the heap of corpses.
’Knights of the Sun’ Oswald.
He gripped the holy sword sheathed at his side and walked slowly toward them.
Beside him was a dark elf archer clad in silver armor.
As Oswald and the others approached, McCutchen called out, sounding more foolish than ever this year.
”Ah… Oswald…?”
”Hello there, Lord Steward.”
”No way… That’s impossible. …You went back to Ramsey, didn’t you?”
”Kuku, I’m back. And I immediately turned back with the thousand soldiers I had waiting. Lord Steward, I anticipated that you would attack the Izerland fortress like this.”
”────”
”Aisha, this area is fine. I’ll give you two hundred soldiers, so surround the adventurer Guild. Don’t let any of *those adventurers* head for *reinforcements*.”
”Yes!”
Oswald commanded the knights who had caught up from behind.
”Everyone, occupy the key positions of the town! However, never lay a hand on the residents! Plundering is strictly forbidden!”
”Yes!” “Understood!” “We will seize the Izerland fortress! Everyone, begin the operation!”
”The rest will be with me to eliminate the remaining enemy forces. Leave no one alive!”
”Oh, Oswald, I’m…”
Oswald glared down at the old steward, who let out a cry like a mosquito, with his golden eyes.
The young man’s lips curled into a smirk.
”Speaking of which, there’s still one remnant here.”
”W-wait! Don’t kill me! Let’s talk first! I can bring you benefits!”
”Oh? What kind of benefits?”
”Money, connections, political knowledge, and so on. The fact that you came with an army means you plan to surround Maribel and seize power, right? I’m ready to serve you as a loyal subordinate!”
”No, I’m sorry, but I have no use for trash like you.”
”Wha──”
”Lord Steward.”
Oswald flashed a charming smile and knelt before McCutchen.
Then, he extended a finger covered in armor and poked the old steward’s forehead.
”────Ughhhhhhh!?”
In an instant, McCutchen’s face was engulfed in red flames.
It was hot and painful.
He couldn’t breathe, and his throat felt like it was burning.
”────…!”
He writhed in silent agony.
Flames spread to the hands of the old steward, which reached out desperately, eventually covering his entire body.
(I don’t want to! I don’t want to die!)
He reached out towards Oswald.
He had already lost his vision.
But his outstretched hand was brushed aside, and he felt it crushed under the heavy boots.
McCutchen felt himself turning into roast pork as the last human voice, belonging to Oswald, echoed around him.
It was Oswald’s mocking laughter.
(No!)
McCutchen clung desperately to life, rolling and thrashing on the ground in a pathetic display.
(I don’t want to die! I don’t want to die!)
”……! …!”
(I… I don’t want to die…)
Just, I don’t want to die────.
McCutchen’s silent scream went unheard.
He couldn’t breathe, and he wasn’t even sure if he was alive.
(I…)
The old steward was tormented by the intense pain of being burned alive until the very end.
The pain felt worse than death, but even so, he didn’t want to die.
(I don’t want to die…)
His body stiffened and curled into a ball.
He couldn’t understand anything anymore.
He felt nothing anymore.
(I…don’t…want…to die…)
…probably.
That was McCutchen’s last thought.
* * *
Oswald, appearing from the North Gate of Izerland fortress, swept through the town, his presence as captivating as a fairy tale as he eliminated the mercenary force besieging Main Castle.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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