I Became the Heavenly Demon of the Academy

There’s more on the western front (4)

“Keep in line! If they scatter, they will only become prey!”

Baron Metternich raised his sword and shouted loudly. However, the already terrified soldiers were busy running in all directions.

‘Ahh….’

Baron Metternich, who was heading to the Western Front with a dream of luck, gathering assets and troops, was attacked by werewolves before reaching his destination, Othvien.

Only twenty or so werewolves and over five hundred troops were being slaughtered.

As soon as the two trusted knights of the baron land confidently put the aura on their swords and ran, their necks were bitten off and both died instantly.

‘Is it the end?’

He watched as a werewolf approached him, his blue eyes shining, his teeth dripping with blood.

Baron Metternich regretted coming west. This place was hell.

“I won’t die easily…! uh?”

With a determined will, he straightened his sword and rushed at the werewolf first.

Pak-

A jet-black steel sword was inserted into the muzzle of the werewolf in front of him and passed through it from his mouth to his head.

Naturally, the werewolf with a huge hole in his head fell down unable to control his body.

“what…?”

thump-!

Without a moment to panic, the heads of all the werewolves in the vicinity were smashed, spraying blood and brains on the ground.

widely.

“Imperial Army, is that right?”

The young man quickly dealt with the werewolves and approached Baron Metternich.

“Mmm… that’s right. Who are you…?”

“This is Carol from the Bernstein family. We were on our way to Haute Vien as reinforcements for the Andhra campaign.”

“case history? You look alone.”

Baron Metternich looked around and looked around.

“Alone is right.”

“Yeah, that’s right. Thank you.”

Taking a handkerchief from his pocket and wiping away the blood and sweat, Baron Metternich expressed his gratitude.

“Uh… is that Prince Carol of the Great Northern War?”

The last remaining baron knight next to Baron Metternich cautiously asked Carol.

“you’re right.”

thud!

“It is an honor to meet you, Prince Carol.”

The polearm the knight was holding was stamped into the ground and bowed moderately.

“Are you famous?”

Baron Metternich quietly whispered to the knight with a curious expression.

“He is the one who prevented the Great Northern War alone. It is said that if there is Wallenstein in the west, there is Prince Charles in the north.”

“Yeah, that’s right! It was an honor to meet you too. I’ve heard a lot about Bernstein’s fame.”

Grabbing Carol’s hand, Baron Metternich trembled. Until now, I was full of thoughts of returning to the territory as soon as I survived, but my thoughts changed immediately.

It used to be that if you were next to a hero, you would get anything.

“I was on my way to Othvienne too. Would you like to go with me?”

“Hmm… I see.”

After thinking for a while, Carol nodded.

We could have been attacked again anyway, so it would be better to just move quickly together.

“Please ride my horse, Lord Carol.”

The knight brought his horse and handed it over to Carol.

“I will be at the forefront.”

On horseback, Carol stepped forward.

Every time they passed by, the surviving soldiers looked at Carol and politely bowed their heads.

“Come with me. It’s Haute Bien soon.”

Baron Metternich stood side by side with Carol and headed for Othvien.

* * *

“Your Excellency, Karl von Bernstein, executive officer of the Imperial Secret Service, and Baron Metternich have arrived with reinforcements.”

“Bring me.”

Count Manstein stroked his chin inside the barracks and was lost in thought.

Reinforcements were coming steadily, but the consumption was steady as well.

Count Manstein had never heard of the name Karl of Bernstein, but this was in the West.

The Great Northern War was, after all, a monster-oriented corps.

It was nothing to compare with the army of humans who ruled the continent.

At least Count Manstein thought so.

“This is Bernstein’s Karl.”

“Call me Baron Metternich.”

“Come soon.”

They greeted each other and sat in a circle in front of the evangelist prepared in the barracks.

“Thank you for your support, Baron.”

“As a person who has a territory in the western part of the empire, it is an obvious duty.”

“Is the baron an infantry-oriented army?”

“It is.”

Count Manstein stared at the evangelist.

“As you can see, in order to enter Othvien, we must capture this star-shaped fort on the high ground. Where do you want to be assigned?”

Baron Metterhini pondered for a moment before glancing at Carol.

In my heart, I wanted to say that it was the place where Carol was, but no matter how I looked at it, the possibility of Carol being assigned to one place was small.

The same goes for the position of executive officer of the Imperial Secret Intelligence Service.

“Please assign to the center.”

“I understand. I am under the Central 2nd Corps, so please follow my orders.”

“Other than of course.”

Count Manstein, who had talked to Count Metterhini to some extent, looked at Carol as if observing him.

‘You’re young.’

I’ve heard that all enforcers of the Imperial Secret Intelligence Service are monsters, but I’ve just turned 20.

He said he was an academy student, so he must be younger in reality.

Besides, even Master Manstein himself couldn’t fathom Carol’s level.

Carol had been staring at the evangelist since earlier.

“The terrain is not good.”

“Yes. The opponent’s army is about 30,000. Although it is small, it is surrounded by a strong fortress, and it is not easy to attack because it is on a high ground.”

Because it was a strategic point divided by a river, it seemed that the Kingdom of Andra was also blocking it with life and death. If only Ottvienne was captured, the vast plains behind it would be.

“Our troops are…”

“Only the 1st corps on the right wing. 20,000 corps in the center, 10,000 3 corps on the left wing. and five thousand cavalry. There are five thousand cuirass cavalry regiments in the royal army. There are also about a hundred battle mages. The power is overwhelming this side.”

“When is the next offensive scheduled?”

There was also a way to go right now and have Carol assassinate all the commanders.

No, you can just start flying from the palaces of each country.

However, in the long run, Carol needed to gain greater fame in the end.

To do so, rather than hiding in the dark, it was necessary to reveal itself to more people.

That way, people were more likely to comply when a crisis like that came, destruction or whatever.

‘It’s ironic.’

To think that he, who was the great enemy of the nation and the heavenly demon of Protestantism in Murim, had to play the role of a hero when he came to this continent.

In the Moorim way, is it the Heavenly Demon, Daehyeop, or Daehyeop?

With that thought in mind, Carol struggled to hold back her laughter.

“Two days later.”

“Could you please advance as slowly as possible?”

“hmm….”

It was an unreasonable request, even for an enforcer, to move the great army of Oman at the request of just one person.

“10 minutes.”

“You mean ten minutes?”

To Carol’s calm words, Count Manstein asked back with a puzzled expression.

“That’s enough.”

“Hmm… I see. Let’s advance as slowly as possible for 10 minutes after the start of the offensive.”

Of course, in the west, Carol’s prestige was less known than in the north or the center.

Still, it was impossible to be treated as a hero simply by propaganda.

‘I see what you’re thinking.’

Stroking his lush beard, Count Manstein’s eyes shone.

With a feeling of anticipation of what the hero of the Great Northern War would do.

* * *

The imperial army took a base on a gentle hill and deployed a wide military camp.

At night, the appearance of lighting fires in all directions for vigilance was quite spectacular.

In the case of my barracks, I was given a place on a hill with a view of the imperial camp.

It seems that Count Manstein was quite concerned.

Clap.

I was sitting in front of a burning campfire, staring into the flames and organizing my thoughts.

“Ka-Princess Carol, right?”

It must have been fourteen or five at most. A soldier who hadn’t gotten out of his boyhood yet came forward hesitantly.

“right.”

“insect! My name is Brody, who will serve as Prince Charles’s exclusive aide.”

Brody saluted loudly.

“I don’t really need an adjutant.”

In the first place, I had no intention of prolonging this campaign itself at all.

As soon as the next offensive began, we were going to end it.

“That… is it! However, I also received the order, so please excuse me.”

Brody bowed his head in an oddly suave manner.

“You look young to be in a war like this.”

Even in a world like this, there was still a minimum standard.

Brody clearly fell short of that standard as well.

Brody’s eyes widened as if my question was unexpected.

“We don’t have a choice. If the lord gives an order, you have to follow it without knowing where it is.”

“How old are you?”

“I’m thirteen this year.”

…was younger than I thought.

His muscles and bones are quite developed for his age, so his prediction was wrong.

“I-I will do this! How can a noble person?”

I picked up some wood and put it in the blazing campfire, and Brody made a fuss to stop it.

“Never mind, sit over there. It is an order.”

“All right!”

Tsk.

My mouth was watering just looking at that young face.

“What is your dream?”

I asked Brody, who was looking straight ahead with his back straight.

“Low things like us have no time to think about the future. If it’s a dream… it’s to see the sun tomorrow.”

“…is it.”

There were several raids, but since I stayed in the relatively rich center and north, I forgot about this world for a while.

Yes, it was such a world.

Serureung-

“Princess Carol?!”

Brody freaked out when he got up and suddenly drew his knife.

“Don’t make a fuss, take a good look. It is an order.”

Perhaps he was accustomed to following orders, Brody quickly returned to his clear eyes.

Slowly, as if performing a sword dance, the herbivores were linked one after another.

“Do you remember?”

“Could you show me one more time?”

There was a strange desire in Brody’s eyes. It’s like he’s not even aware that he’s making demands on me.

“okay.”

yet again.

“I remembered.”

“Then try.”

He passed the sword to Brody.

“The name of this martial art is called 奪魂魔劍. I don’t know what you mean. It’s enough if you know the moves.”

As he spoke, he pointed out little by little about Brody’s posture.

Many of the high-ranking warriors of the Protestant Religion have mastered the elven demon sword, which itself contains pupils.

Certainly befitting his fine musculature, Mujae was somewhat innate.

You can see I remember it right away.

After swinging the sword once and for all.

“I’m sorry!”

Only then did Brody come to his senses and fall flat on his face.

“Wake up.”

“yes!”

“The martial arts I have passed on to you must not be recklessly spread anywhere.”

“of course! But I…”

“what?”

“Why are you so precious to me…?”

Brody asked cautiously.

“It’s a whim.”

If you look at it closely, it’s nothing but a small relationship.

There was never a deep enough relationship to pass on martial arts, and there was no way that would happen.

So this was just a whim.

“…thank you.”

“This must be your luck.”

Although he had learned a simple martial art, the situation on the battlefield was too harsh to survive with only such a thing.

So it must be lucky that the child survives.

* * *

A large army of 50,000 men was ready and set up camp.

“Then ten minutes. It’s hard to wait any longer.”

Count Manstein stared at me and spoke in a calm tone.

“Enough.”

He slightly bowed his head to say hello, spread his stride in the air, and rose slowly into the air.

A sky so high that humans can be seen as dots.

A large army of close to 100,000 on both sides was under my feet.

The line of the Imperial Army was so long that only the distance where the troops were lined up exceeded 1km.

And on the other side, the star-shaped fort blocking the high ground and the Andra Kingdom Army assisting him were glaring at the Imperial Army and preparing for battle.

He drew holy power and demonic energy from the ring of brilliance on his right hand and the ancient ring on his left hand, and quickly converted it into the energy of the Heavenly Demon Artisan.

In an instant, dark clouds formed in the clear sky, covering the battlefield.

“Imperial Army, this is Bernstein’s Carol.”

A huge black cloud that suddenly appeared, casting a thick shadow over the entire fortress.

At the land battle that resonated like thunder across the battlefield, the Andhra Kingdom army looked up in confusion.

“Surrender. Give me five minutes.”

He calmly declared among the pitch-black steel swords filling the sky before he knew it.