He shook his head hoping to forget the earlier sight of him killing a person, and instead ordered "Stop." to his knights.
But are you real? Was the compassion of fire that weakened? Fuck. And I had a plan.. stupid system,
Plan A is done for, should I move to that plan B then?.. Aghh it's impossible though!
Five minutes earlier when he chose the skill he had been given a notice
Warning: Skill [Compassion of Fire] has been forcibly reduced.
Reason: User level and strength are below required thresholds.
Haah!? Are you kidding me? First I get some back water ai
'Oi-' Nox yelled out a bit annoyed within Granbell's mind.
And then my favorite skill was weakened as well?
Frustrated by the system's treatment, Granbell noticed the first target of anger management. The barbarian.
And that brought him to the current situation, covered in blood,
shaking in disbelief wondering why it was so different from a game's kill and with his knights already disorganized falling ill to the mud.
"This is bad,"
an officer by Halden said as the line of knights struggled against simply five barbarians.
"If a unit of a hundred or so approaches us, we could be done for.."
Granbell stared at his blood soaked hands, his legs trembling threatening to fall, was it not for Halden holding him by his arm. "M'Lord.. Is everything alright?"
Plan A or B doesn't matter if I can't move.. This is bad, Granbell..
A tyrant whose hands are blood soaked, no mercy for allies or enemies alike a extremely bratty prince like he -
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No.. Like I am.. Get it together already, your Granbell!
Stop speaking like it's a different person, this is just the beginning, the beginning of my iron fist ruling! Like hell will I let my own soldiers execute me, like hell I will!
Nox's voice sharply cut through Granbell's thoughts -
'Master, this is bad. Approximately five hundred are nearing our position from the north-east.'
Granbell's head slightly raised "Retreat twenty steps into the forest!"
"What- We have only just begun and we are retreating, madness!?" An officer yelled out, fighting two barbarians.
Halden raised his hand
"TWENTY STEPS RETREAT INTO THE FOREST, M'LORD IS RIGHT! FIGHTING IN THIS MUD IS SUICIDE!"
I had a plan to just shower them with fire, both allies and enemies alike - truly like a tyrant would!
"Retreat!" A few officers yelled and slowly twenty to thirty knights retreated to where they started from and where the majority of the mounted knights were waiting, a slightly steep part of the forest overlooking the foggy battlefield.
And now from that extremely easy plan I need to turn to that!? It's impossible, impossible I tell you! There isn't a single person who could ride on these damn blood soaked mud grass!
Two or three officers checked the ground a few times with their footing, it was stable unlike the ground in front of them "How in the world is it so muddy just a few jules away?"
Well.. There's a reason for that as well-
He crossed his arms.
Ting
ting
ting
Another officer added "Also what are these occasional sounds? Does it sound like a drum? No.. Almost like sword cackling?"
BAANG
BAANG
Enemy signs, unimportant for now.. If I am correct, the ones behind this extra ordinary mud and fog..
"There is also a slightly louder one, that one is a drum most probably?"
The officer who said that, slightly on Granbell's left side, took off his helmet revealing a long golden hair falling over his blue eyes.
Halden immediately yelled out "Arangel! that is disrespectful to the lord, return the helmet this instant!"
he waved his hand as Granbell dazingly stared at the battlefield.
Since my plan was foiled, what can I do? Really move to plan B? One thousand cavalry, we can't charge into this. If we stood back and watched.. Ahh damn it.
Wait a second- Did he say? Arangel..
Arangel? Huffepolf? Wait, was it hyuzelpof? no thats how it sounds..?
"Now, it doesn't seem like the lord cares. Besides it's stuffy, warm and you're also not wearing one are you now?" He fixed his helmet and locked it to the horse's saddle when Granbell's hand touched his arm.
Actually.. Unimportant! More importantly..!
"!?" A few officers gasped, thinking it was trouble.
If anyone can help me realize plan B, it is you? Hyuzel-whatever pof!
"Arangel, you say?" Granbell whispered with a smile, the knights instinctively stepped back shivering as he smiled wide from one ear to another, his eyes sharpened. "that Arangel, Arangel Hussle-.. Er - what was it again, ah, pof?"
Aranngel slightly laughed, making a grin "Depends who's asking."
Halden's right eye twitched a bit "OI!"
"haha." He laughed it off, looking at Granbell's eyes he answered
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"Forgive me, but yes.You're right, prince. Partially. Ser Arangel Husselpof in your command. Doesn't it make you happy?" he jokingly said, while granbell nodded much to the surprise of the nearby knights.
Ah- It was Husselpof.
"ARANGEL-" Halden stepped forward as Granbell raised his hand, prompting him to back away.
That Arangel who was crowned as the genius chevalier of Vermillion? Since when was he part of my Granbell's retinue?
Suddenly Nox interrupted his thoughts again, 'Master, the unit's coming closer to us.. They will still-'
Argh I know Nox, shut up will you!?
Having a position on the slightly steep part of the forest plus stable grounding he couldn't care less about some approaching barbarians.
"Arangel, I trust you know your way with the horse?"
he nodded "Well, to a degree better than the grumpy halden at your side. Yes, can I ask why-"
Halden slightly huffed, unable to do anything he just averted his look while Granbell ordered "You will take three hundred knights and ride to my brother's side with the following orders."
Every officer, twenty of them total around Granbell immediately turned their faces to him "DONT SPOUT NONSE-" A officer yelled out, immediately covering his hand realizing what had he done.
Hah. Realistic response.
Arangel's face slightly stiffened at the order, realizing the seriousness of the order.
"M..Lord" With calm yet slight shakiness he said - "It is impossible, not only can we go anywhere dismounted, or know where the second imperial prince is but riding horses through this is simply - suicide."
"Of course, the battlefield as muggy as it is and as foggy as it appears, it would be impossible. But you were crowned as the genius chevalier, no?"
As for the location..
He smirked, looking at the flags in the distance. The only presence in this foggy and scream consumed the battlefield in front of them.
Granbell tested the nerves of Arangel, "Or was it all a fluke getting that title? Ah right, the Hoffelners or whatever your family name is.." he teased, not knowing his surname but choosing to mock. "Were generationally rich right?... Surely not..? You paid your way to that nickname? The genius Husselpof?"