I Killed the Demon King. It Was a Mistake. Chapter 131

I Killed the Demon King. It was a mistake.

Chapter 131

Rose tried to suppress the deep-seated anxiety that was blooming in her heart by softening the end of her words as much as possible.

“…Is that so? How was Caesar?”

“He had keen eyes. And his judgment was quick.”

Yan quietly murmured, recalling Caesar.

“The rebels were wearing the same military uniforms as the imperial soldiers. So I absolutely couldn’t figure out who was an ally and who was an enemy. In the meantime, the enemy and allies began firing guns at each other, and even at the moment when the enemy and allies were clearly divided, I hesitated.”

“But Caesar was different. He knew who was an ally and who was an enemy just by looking at the white string on the ground, and precisely dealt with only the rebels.”

After the armor fully opened, Yan took off his gauntlets and placed them on the table. Then, like a cicada shedding its shell, he removed his upper armor.

“At first, I think I was jealous of his keen eye and judgment. But now that I think about it, that wasn’t it.”

“Then what was it?”

Yan turned to look at Rose.

“The gaze filled with absolute certainty that he would never be wrong. I was so envious of that gaze.”

Rose stroked Yan’s cheek. Rose’s gaze and touch were soft, but her sharp nails scratched just under Yan’s chin. Even with that subtle tickle, Yan did not properly look at Rose’s red eyes. He was looking at Caesar, whose eyes were similar to Rose’s.

“Yan could do the same. Because Yan is a hero.”

“Sometimes I think that ‘Anonymous’ is more of a hero than me.” [TL/N: That is the literal word there]

Yan drew the sword from his waist.

The sharp, ink-colored blade was revealed.

“Meister Giggs said that as I grow, this sword will also grow. But I think that’s wrong. I seem to be stagnant, while Anonymous becomes sharper and its light becomes clearer over time. I’m being drawn along by this sword.”

Yan held the sword to the fireplace light.

But it did not reflect the light.

It was as if he was carrying a shadow.

“So I’m getting more and more scared. Am I even qualified to use this sword? Am I really a hero? I…”

Rose blocked Yan’s words with her lips.

“Think about such things slowly. We have to go out on a mission again tomorrow.”

“…Okay.”

Yan unfastened the suspender straps connected to his lower armor.

The lower armor peeled off like a shell, revealing the sweat-soaked underwear underneath.

Yan sheathed his sword and slowly followed Rose to the bed.

“I’ll go to the Eagle valley tomorrow morning to help Caesar.”

Rose’s feet, which were softly leading him to the bed, stopped.

“…Without chasing the rebels?”

“Although I was asked by Mitchell to suppress the rebels, the place my heart is drawn to is still the eastern front.”

Rose instinctively knew.

She must stop Yan.

If she doesn’t stop him, he will collapse.

“Yan. The reason you came here is not to protect Luxhope, but to restart the magic stone mine. Just by showing your face there, the rebels will flee like cockroaches that have seen light.”

“But…”

Rose stroked Yan’s cheek.

“Listen to me, Yan. I believe in Caesar’s competence. The eastern front is something Caesar can handle sufficiently, but suppressing the rebels is something only Yan can do. Yan, please go where Yan is needed. That’s what a hero does.”

Hesitation filled Yan’s pupils.

At times like these, he shouldn’t be allowed to think.

“Thank you. Yan.”

Rose kissed Yan again.

Yan could not refuse Rose’s warm and calm command.

Meanwhile, Rose thought of Caesar even while kissing.

‘I must keep Caesar as far away as possible.’

She will leave Luxhope at dawn tomorrow.

***

Caesar began his morning routine by shaking off the dust from his cloak.

“Gloria, wake up. It’s morning.”

Gloria stretched her waist and got up.

“Ugh… My waist. Is it morning already?”

“Yes. But how can a commander wake up earlier than his adjutant? This seems like poor military discipline.”

Gloria rolled her eyes with an awkward expression.

She was looking for a way to deflect the conversation.

Pretending to stretch, she looked up at the sky.

The sun was hidden behind clouds.

It looked like it might rain at any moment, but the wind was dry.

It would not rain.

“By the way, is the weather in the demon realm always this gloomy?”

Caesar noticed Gloria trying to change the subject but decided to let it go.

She must still be tired from fighting since the first day.

“Most of the time, the sun is covered by clouds during the day, and the clouds clear at night. That’s why vampires, who are weak to sunlight, could operate well in the demon realm.”

“So vampires aren’t weak during the day, but weak to the sun?”

“That’s right. As long as the clouds block the sunlight, they can be active to some extent. Of course, night is still when they’re in the best condition.”

Gloria shook her cloak like Caesar did.

Then she put it in her personal bag and put on the armor she had taken off.

The knights all looked at her with curious eyes as she wound the armor with a clockwork mechanism.

From their perspective, this armor must indeed seem strange.

Normally, putting on armor requires quite a struggle.

Caesar hoped Gloria would properly promote this armor in the demon realm.

“What are we doing today?”

“First, reconnaissance.”

Caesar immediately headed to Raven’s tent with Gloria.

Caesar and Gloria had slept on the road, but the reason the wizards slept in proper tents was simple.

Their bodies were like glass, and without proper rest, they would fall ill and be unable to fight properly.

So it had become standard to provide individual tents to wizards, or at most 3-4 person tents.

“Wizard Raven. This is Caesar. May I come in?”

“Come in.”

Caesar entered the tent.

Inside the small, cozy tent, a small magic sphere was softly illuminating the interior.

The air was pleasant and fragrant, and Gloria kept sniffing curiously.

The reason the tent could be so fragrant was because of that magic sphere.

Unlike typical artifacts that simply emit light, this one had functions to control humidity and purify the air.

This was also a standard supply provided to physically weak wizards.

“We’re going for morning reconnaissance. Remember what I said yesterday?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“I won’t ride the Pegasus anymore.”

Raven’s eyes and tone were sharp, suggesting Caesar must have been quite difficult yesterday.

“I’ll need magical advice. We need to set magical coordinates for each region and create new maps.”

“I already made an artifact for that early this morning.”

Raven gracefully handed Caesar an elegant quill pen.

“Hold this pen and a blank piece of paper while hovering in the sky for 5 minutes. It will automatically draw a 1:25,000 scale map according to the map size. Of course, including magical coordinates.”

She really seemed to not want to go.

She made such an incredible artifact early this morning.

After making such a fuss in front of me and Yan yesterday, she probably didn’t want to do it again.

“Have other wizards create army camp maps and take magical coordinates. I’ve done my job.”

Raven waved her hand dismissively.

“Then you have nothing to say? Then I’ll get a bit more sleep. I couldn’t sleep properly while making this.”

Caesar cleared his throat.

I wanted to see this guy vomit again.

If only he hadn’t suggested going on a reconnaissance mission last night……

“Then please rest comfortably.”

Caesar left the barracks.

And called the soldiers guarding nearby.

“Let Wizard Raven sleep soundly. Wake her only when there’s an urgent matter.”

“Yes. Understood!”

Caesar spoke in a loud voice.

“Whitey!!!”

The entire Eagle valley echoed loudly.

A white Pegasus flew from far away.

Whitey circled the sky once and then landed with a thud in front of Caesar.

A turnip was hanging from its mouth.

“What are you eating again. Didn’t I tell you that if you fly in the morning after eating, your stomach will feel uncomfortable?”

-…But I’m hungry.

“Oh, you little nerd. I was going on a reconnaissance mission in the morning! Then you should only drink water, right?”

-Was it so?

It’s not this talking horse that’s the problem, it’s that guy Messio.

He’s been trying to befriend Whitey by feeding him turnips since morning.

Messio, when I return, I’ll make you eat only turnips until you’re sick.

“You’ll find out today. You’ll be flying non-stop for 3 hours today, just so you know.”

-…What’s 3 hours?

Caesar ignored Whitey’s words and climbed on.

And reached out towards Gloria.

“Let’s go. Gloria.”

“Eh? Am I coming too?”

“Of course my adjutant should come with me. Where else would you go?”

“Yay”

Gloria sat behind Caesar.

-…She’s heavy.

If Gloria heard such a comment when she sat down, wouldn’t she be hurt?

It’s all because of that heavy armor.

Definitely not because Raven is more than 15kg lighter than Gloria.

Caesar lightly kicked Whitey’s side.

“Let’s go! Whitey.”

Whitey ran ten steps and then soared powerfully into the sky.

Gloria tightly hugged Caesar’s side and looked down.

“Wow…”

The view of the Eagle valley in the sky was different.

From underground, it looked like a clumsy groove as if a giant earthworm had eaten through it, but from the sky, it looked quite impressive.

“Looking like this, it seems the Orc guys absolutely can’t break through.”

“What are you talking about. This won’t stop the Orcs. Even if just one Orc battalion comes, it’ll all be broken, right?”

“Eh? Why?”

Caesar entered lecture mode.

“Orcs are divided into three classifications. First are the commonly seen Goblins, second are the next most common Orcs, and lastly are the Trolls who use strange magic.”

“What about Ogres?”

“That’s a variant of Orcs, so it’s outside the discussion. If just one of those appears, this place will be completely destroyed. I’m probably the only one on this front who can handle him alone?”

“Are Ogres that strong?”

“It’s not just about strength. They’re very tough. They don’t die easily, have quick regeneration, and are sturdy. They’re just incredibly annoying.”

Caesar looked at the soldiers installing traps.

“The number of soldiers currently in the Eagle Valley is just around 2,500. At best, it’s barely two regiment-sized, and being told to defend the Eagle valley with just this is essentially being told to commit suicide. There are no proper traps installed, and the terrain is a flat ground that Orcs love too much. In fact, creating a defensive position here is a really stupid idea.”

“Then what should have been done?”

“If they’ve been pushed this far, Luxhope should actually give up. Should they receive Orcs in the Eagle valley or on flat ground? It’s a miracle how they’ve held this front without a wizard.”

War is about winning first and then fighting.

But from Caesar’s perspective, the Eagle valley was like a glass that would shatter at the slightest touch.

Each individual Orc is equivalent to a tank-type knight.

In fact, they are born as Orc and spend their entire lives mastering tank-type rigid techniques.

They barely care about bullets unless hit in the eyes or vital points, and even when confronted with towed guns or mortars, it’s not easy to deal with them.

To engage in trench warfare against such tank-like beings?

It would be more accurate to say ‘go commit suicide.’

“Then what should we do?”

“What else can we do? We’ll cheat with magic.”

Caesar took out paper and Raven’s quill pen.

The quill pen suddenly looked around here and there, and began to draw a map on the white paper.

Not like stamping out a satellite map, but drawing a proper front line map.

Caesar pointed to the curved straight line crossing the entire map and spoke.

“Wizards set magic coordinates by looking at the distribution of magic mixed in the land and surrounding air. Just like inputting coordinates when firing a shell.”

“Ooh”

“But this is essentially disposable. The moment magic is poured into this land, the surrounding magic gets disturbed, and the coordinates get entangled.”

“Eh? Then how do we do it?”

“In cases like now with a Pegasus, we would carry a wizard behind to recalculate the disturbed coordinates and immediately send them through a communication artifact. Or there were specialized target wizards who would climb to high ground or build towers to find and call out real-time changing magic coordinates.”

Caesar pointed to the wooden tower being installed behind the trench.

“That’s why wizards are installing a tower there. If there were sky knights, they could have called it out immediately while flying, but since that’s impossible…”

“It seems more inconvenient than expected.”

“Inconvenient as it may be, the effect is incredible. Wizards can theoretically launch magic to the demon realm from Homigraph just by being called the magic coordinates.”

This is why wizards are called strategic missiles in the Valent saga.

Unbelievable range.

Unbelievable effect.

The terrifying thing about wizards is that having just one proper target wizard and one firepower wizard can completely change the tide of war.

“So the reason for marking magic coordinates like this in advance is to install trap magic and alarm magic in positions outside the wizards’ field of view. Do you understand what I mean?”

“Yes! I understand!”

When Gloria saluted comically, Caesar chuckled.

The quill pen stopped.

Caesar looked at the map once and nodded.

“The effect is good. Shall we go further?”

“Weren’t we supposed to be around here?”

“The wizards will handle things near the trench, and we need to go to the Orcs camp.”

Caesar continued flying east on the Pegasus.

In the midst of endless wide fields and plains, something dark could be seen far away.

“Huh? What’s that?”

“Orcs.”

A plain about 4 hours’ ride from the base.

A crowd of Orcs could be seen there.

“…Is that all of them?”

“Yes. That’s all of them.”

The Orcs were clustered together like a swarm of cockroaches.

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