I Killed the Demon King. It Was a Mistake. Chapter 132

I Killed the Demon King. It was a mistake.

Chapter 132

This is much more than I expected.

Caesar stopped Whitey and carefully examined the scene.

The quill pen nimbly flew around, scanning the surroundings and began drawing a map on the paper.

“How many are there exactly?”

“Roughly 70-80 thousand. But that’s not the important thing.”

“Then what’s important?”

“The color of the flags.”

Caesar pointed to the red flags hanging on the Orcs’ tents.

“There are a total of 7 tents with red flags, right?”

“Ah… Yes. That’s correct. But there are also yellow and green flags, and various others?”

“That’s not very important. Those are distinctions between ‘families’ within the tribe. What’s important is what type of Orcs are gathered under the red flags. That’s crucial.”

Caesar pointed to the red flag beneath them.

“There are many Orcs near the red flag, right? That means the Orcs are the leaders under this red flag. The Goblins and Trolls mixed in are essentially slaves to this Orc tribe.”

“Slaves? Do Orcs enslave other Orcs?”

“Yes. Can’t you see the Orc group is larger? So the Orcs become the commoners, and the Goblins and Trolls become the slaves. They can’t participate in war. They just serve the Orcs and manage weapons. Of course, in the case of skilled Trolls, they might cast awakening magic during war, but they rarely actually enter combat.”

“Why? Don’t people usually put slaves on the front lines?”

“That’s a human mindset. Orcs believe that if they die in war, they go to heaven. In other words, they think fighting is sacred, and dying of old age or disease is shameful. So giving slaves the opportunity to fight is considered a highly disrespectful act.”

“Now I understand why soldiers hate Orcs. Soldiers who don’t fear death… It’s terrifying just to think about.”

“But they’re equally simple-minded.”

The quill pen stopped and then moved to another area.

It would take quite a while to mark the magic coordinates for the Orcs groups that filled this vast plain.

“These guys only know how to charge straight ahead. At most, Trolls use their heads a bit, but if Goblins or Orcs are the tribal leaders, they’re easy to deal with. Since their attack routes are consistent, you can concentrate firepower within that range and easily wipe them out.”

“Then wouldn’t it be easier to block them than expected?”

“Normally, yes. But something’s strange now.”

“Why?”

“There are 7 red flags gathered here. When the Demon King existed, he could control them, but now the Demon King is dead. In this situation, these different tribes are cooperating and aligning? If I were them, I would fight to the death until there was only one red flag.”

“Might they have temporarily united to face us?”

“Then who would be the leader?”

“The leader?”

“There must be a leader of this alliance. They’re not smart enough to hold an election. But these proud, crazy guys are just sitting still without choosing a leader?”

This is absolutely impossible by Caesar’s common sense.

The further the Orc groups were from the Demon King, the less they could unite.

Yet they’re staying calm until 7 tribes gather in one place?

He would sooner believe that Orcs would start farming.

“That means there’s a real hidden leader somewhere.”

“Something like this?”

Gloria pointed to a strange flag.

“…A black flag?”

In the yard of a tent with a black flag, a massive Ogre was chewing on meat.

The problem was that the creature had two heads.

And these heads had horns.

“What the hell is that?”

The Twin-Headed Ogre itself seems plausible.

You just need to split an ogre’s head vertically into two pieces.

The ogre’s natural healing ability is an upgraded version of a troll’s regeneration magic, so even if the head is cut vertically into two pieces, two new heads will grow on each of the severed pieces.

Perhaps this guy has also had his head split vertically by someone before.

The problem is that these creatures have horns on their heads.

Black horns are only found on succubi in the demon realm, but the fact that this twin-headed ogre has horns on its head means…

“That bastard is a devil.”

“Pardon? A devil?”

“There’s no other way to explain it.”

It’s not like someone cut off a succubus’ horns and stuck them on its head.

Caesar raised his telescope to carefully examine the twin-headed ogre.

A purple hue swirled in its eyes.

Definitely.

That bastard is truly a devil.

“What should we do?”

“Dealing with a devil should be left to the experts.”

“You mean calling paladins? Where from?”

“Usually, each corps has a paladin squad. But when I looked around yesterday, there didn’t seem to be any… I’ll have to ask the corps commander for details.”

The quill pen stopped.

Caesar examined the map.

The map was detailed with the number of orcs and their troop placements.

But where the twin-headed ogre was sitting, there was only a question mark.

“Looks like even the quill pen doesn’t know.”

At that moment, something strange was detected in Caesar’s Wind Reading.

A peculiar object flying at high speed.

Caesar immediately swerved Whitey to the side.

-Aaaaaah!

Whitey seemed frightened and screamed.

Caesar looked up at the massive spear that had just whizzed by like an arrow.

Despite defying gravity, the spear was flying almost straight in the sky.

“…Crazy.”

Who could throw such a spear?

Caesar looked down.

There were orcs, trolls, and the twin-headed ogre shouting something towards Caesar.

“White horse! Looks delicious! Want to eat!”

The twin-headed ogre took the spear as if snatching it from an orc.

Caesar also sensed the danger and drew Thunder, which he had tied to Whitey’s side.

The ogre’s right hand swelled up abnormally.

Then, like a perfectly trained spear thrower, it firmly planted its feet and threw the spear straight.

Where it planted its foot, a tent collapsed with a huge impact, and the spear flew, breaking the wind.

Caesar jumped down from Whitey.

And precisely swung Thunder towards the spear the creature had thrown.

“Ouriyaaaaaaaa!”

Berserker, first Stack.

Caesar’s shoulders swelled dramatically as he met the spear with Wild Wind.

Kwaaaang!

When Thunder and the spear collided, Whitey staggered amidst a thunderous sound that twisted heaven and earth.

Gloria desperately grabbed the saddle, barely avoiding falling.

The victor in the confrontation between Caesar and the twin-headed ogre was Caesar.

Not because Caesar’s strength was greater, but because the spear’s durability was weak.

As the spear crumbled like dust, Caesar flew high into the sky.

“Whitey!”

Whitey came to its senses and flew towards Caesar.

Caesar used Wind Riding to precisely sit back in the saddle.

Then he looked at his hands.

Tingle!

Just from blocking the spear, his hands were tingling.

“…This won’t be easy.”

The twin-headed ogre’s raw strength was beyond imagination.

Caesar looked down at the orcs and trolls throwing axes from below, who were thoroughly excited.

Their axes didn’t even come close to Whitey’s feet.

But judging from their excitement, it seemed they could be properly taught a lesson.

“Let’s go!”

Caesar flew deep into the Orcs camp without fleeing. As a result, the orcs, trolls, and goblins who were chasing Caesar got mixed up and tangled, stepping on each other and creating complete chaos.

“Stop riiiiiiight therrrre!”

The left head of the twin-headed ogre roared.

The sound was so ear-splitting that even Gloria covered her ears.

The Orc groups chasing Caesar stopped at the twin-headed ogre’s shout.

And they bowed towards the twin-headed ogre.

“What a shame.”

If things had gone well, he might have been able to instigate a war among them.

Here’s another thing he could understand:

The twin-headed ogre was properly commanding and ruling over a group of 80,000 Or s.

Caesar found this level of leadership more frightening than anything else.

Caesar and the twin-headed ogre met each other’s eyes.

The ogre’s right head muttered:

“Definitely will eat.”

Caesar maintained eye contact with the creature for a while before withdrawing.

This was going to be a tough fight.

***

As soon as Caesar returned to the headquarters, he looked for Raven.

Raven was already up, not flustered by the sudden visitor.

Though her long hair was hanging in her mouth.

“What’s the matter.”

“It’s extremely urgent. Please come to the command center, and I’ll explain.”

Perhaps because of the serious magic flow rising from Caesar’s body?

Raven nodded without further words.

“I’ll come in 5 minutes.”

Caesar nodded and headed to the command center.

By the time he arrived, staff officers and the 66th Corps commander who was leading the Eagle valley had gathered.

Caesar’s position was battalion commander.

His rank was lieutenant colonel.

Although Colonel Timber, the 66th Corps commander, should have taken the seat of honor, Caesar sat in an equal position because he held the emperor’s command authority. They mutually recognized each other’s jurisdiction.

Timber was a middle-aged man with some body mass, but his broad shoulders, straight posture, and thick, solid thighs proved he was not just fat. His muscles were likely packed tight inside his military uniform like crab meat. With the spark in his eyes and the scars on his face, Caesar – who believed in physiognomy – was certain Timber was the most quintessential of commanders.

Caesar shook hands with Commander Timber.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Caesar El Lindger. I’m only greeting you now.”

“Not at all. You must have had a hard time with yesterday’s intense battle, yet you’ve been out on reconnaissance since morning. I sincerely thank you.”

Caesar used psychometry.

-I don’t know much about Caesar El Lindger’s war performance.

-But from what I’ve heard about yesterday’s Luxhope recapture operation, he’s not completely clueless about war.

-He’s not someone to be dismissed, but rather someone to be collaborated with.

-However, this is my battlefield, so I’m not going to hand over control.

Timber respected Caesar but was unwilling to relinquish his command authority. This was a natural sense of responsibility and pride for a commander, so Caesar didn’t mind much. In fact, he was somewhat relieved. If Timber had completely entrusted everything to Caesar or blindly guarded against him, it would have been troublesome.

“I do not know the exact situation of the Eagle valley. In fact, I have little experience commanding large numbers of troops.”

“…Is that so?”

“By any chance, have you ever commanded mages?”

Timber hesitated for a moment before speaking.

“No, I haven’t.”

Caesar pointed to Jerry on his left.

“My operations staff has experience commanding mages and currently knows exactly what 300 mages can do. If you have any advice or requirements for operational command, you can resolve them through Jerry. Of course, you can also ask me directly.”

Timber stared intently at Jerry.

“I know. We’ve met before during the past demon realm war.”

What, were you two acquainted?

Caesar used psychometry.

-You were my superior in the past.

-Of course, you were demoted right after the division commander was replaced because you mistakenly took the wrong line.

This is an unbelievable twist of fate.

Meeting a former superior again on the battlefield.

“Wouldn’t this be uncomfortable?”

“Not at all. In fact, I find it rather reassuring.”

-Because I can trust Jerry’s operational planning abilities.

-Of course, the problem was that an Eileen Imperial officer took the Dior Prince’s line.

They seemed slightly uncomfortable with each other, but it didn’t seem like their relationship would cause any problems.

Timber wanted to lead this war to victory, and Jerry felt the same way.

Once things were somewhat sorted out, the atmosphere inside the command post became a bit warmer.

This was because they had exchanged opinions that Caesar had no intention of overstepping Timber’s command authority, and Timber had no plans to carelessly challenge Caesar’s command authority.

“More importantly, could I hear about today’s reconnaissance?”

“As soon as Raven arrives, I will immediately explain today’s reconnaissance results.”

Sure enough, Raven entered the command post.

Timber saluted Raven.

“It’s an honor to meet the Green eyed wizard.”

Raven silently nodded in acknowledgment of the greeting.

Raven has no rank.

However, ordinary magicians were typically treated as being at the rank of major to lieutenant colonel, and for high-level magicians like Raven, even the combined forces commander wouldn’t act carelessly.

Besides that, as a member of the hero party that beheaded the demon king, there would naturally be some expectations and respect.

So it was understandable that people would find Raven intimidating.

“Yes. Pleased to meet you. Shall we get straight to the point?”

Gloria skillfully set up the freshly drawn map on an easel.

All the military personnel, including Raven, focused their attention.

“First, the number of Orcs troops located 4 hours away on horseback is 80,000. Among them, the number of tribes is 7. And the ruler of these troops under the black flag is the ‘Twin-Headed Ogre’.”

At the mention of Twin-Headed Ogre, Timber and the other staff members nodded as if they already knew.

“Did that Ogre have black horns on its head?”

“Yes. That’s correct. Do you have prior information?”

Timber nodded.

“Although there’s no precedent, since it’s an Ogre that has become a devil, I reported to the division commander to dispatch holy knights… But I haven’t received a response yet.”

As expected, no holy knights are seen.

Devils are originally supposed to be handled by holy knights…

No matter how you look at it, this Twin-Headed Ogre seems like something Caesar would have to deal with.

“How did you try to make contact?”

“The phone lines were cut, so I sent a messenger to the division commander four days ago. But given the lack of communication, it seems they were either attacked by rebel forces or some incident has occurred.”

Seriously, rebel forces on the messenger’s route?

How has this division commander been managing his jurisdiction?

“Who is the division commander?”

Timber hesitated.

Why is this tough guy hesitating?

Unsettling.

“It’s Division Commander Baker.”

“Could it be Division Commander Baker Redfield?”

“…Yes.”

Damn it.

That incompetent bastard is the division commander of this crucial Luxhope region.

How capable is Friedrich, the border Margrave!

What an infuriating combination of a capable subordinate and an incompetent superior.

“Have you directly contacted the Holy Knight division?”

“There was one company stationed in Luxhope. But I heard they were all killed yesterday.”

This is a disaster.

Do these rebel bastards really want to go to hell?

Why are they killing all the holy knights!

No, wait, our doppelganger friends did all this, right?

These fucking guys are incredibly capable.

Our doppelgangers are really doing all the big things.

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