Warlock of War: My Ares System



These continuous thoughts made me reflect on what I have said in the past. At first, I looked down on Bella, Cy, and even Aisa and Findir on occasion because of how much they looked up to that young man. I didn't see it. I couldn't see it as I was blinded by my own pride, believing I was truly on the level of Orion. But just because I reaped the same rewards as him doesn't mean I stood on the same ground as him. He was a mountain above while I stared up from the base, unable to find a path toward him. 

"Y-Young Miss! It's an emergency! The Demon God's forces have attacked! They've currently broken through the outer layer of the walls and are pillaging the commoners!" A servant suddenly came running up to me and as I listened to the entire report, a shadowy figure hung behind me.

"Don't worry. You don't have to say anything… I've already dealt with it. Your preparations won't be in vain…" A dark elf sneered from behind me, the crown of white horns sprouting from the very front of his head shimmering with a bone-white glow. 

I felt inferior to Orion and when I hit my lowest, even after having so much pride, I ended up falling back on him. I needed his way of thinking as guidance. And upon realizing just how stupid and humiliating that was, I changed myself. This was no way to surpass him or even get on his level, so I studied hard, worked on my own methods, planned my own thoughts, added my own twist and change to whatever I had prepared… and finally, I felt it. I had taken a step up towards the peak that the man sat on.

"Findir… let's get going now. I want to see my work surpass Orion." 

…

On top of the second wall to the very outer layer of this city, I looked down on the horde of primordial monsters tearing through the waves of soldiers stationed in preparation for exactly this moment. They all trembled with fear, yet what most might not expect is that the loyalty that they held for this city and their lord was the only thing keeping them going. 

The demon lord could only be described as an asshole. His personality was shit when it came to talking to the people around him and he was arrogant and bossy, but it was hard to disagree that he was a good leader. Not only was he a man who could step up and lead an army of ten thousand to victory, but he could be the one planning the entire thing at the same time. 

He was almost perfect. Even with the looks of a child and the voice of a child, the amount of trust the residents of his kingdom held was almost toxic. Even with ruthless planning and merciless sacrifices, his loyal subjects never wavered when it came to respecting their king. 

"Frowning so much will you give wrinkles~," Findir enunciated as he dangled his legs off the side of the jagged wall. Soldiers ran back and forth, crossbows in hand, waiting for my signal as those demonic and monstrous beasts tore through another layer of the deployed battalion. 

"Shut the hell up… I'm thinking of our next move… their commander has yet to reveal themselves, so I guess we just hold our ground. We don't have the numbers and we don't have the power, but this place has us. We can push them back with our strength alone but-" 

"Yeah, yeah… I know. You've said it a million times already. We need to save our strength for the commander." 

"Exactly, so don't pull anything stupid, got it?" 

Findir muttered a few things under his breath, but I didn't care if he was frustrated. This battle was important for me to prove to myself that I have the capabilities of surpassing Orion even if I don't have the same systematical qualities as him. He has the advantage of skills that help him influence which is engraved into the system. While the only thing I can do to catch up to that is to try my hardest and plan for the utmost extreme situation. 

"C-Commander!" A soldier suddenly shouted, rushing through the various archers who unleashed their cocked-back arrows upon my softened hand. 

"What is it?" I asked, glaring at the man who was only supposed to come here upon receiving bad news. But, I wasn't so oblivious to the state of the battlefield right now. 

Morale was dropping to its lowest point and that was with my skill: [Demonic Ally Army Morale Raiser]. This long-ass name meant nothing when the enemy was so overwhelming and the weather was so shit as it rained ever so lightly. It muddied the ground and darkened the skies, lowering the already hell-level difficulty amount of light. 

Monsters bit and slashed randomly as soon as they sensed the presence of one of these demon soldiers. Whether it was the stench of fear or a scream so loud that it shook the surrounding walls, they slashed and bit until there was nothing but a puddle of blood left. 

Soldiers did nothing but scream and cry with fear. Even the toughest, buffest, and most terrifying soldier on the battlefield was nothing before these monsters. And even with the buffs that I had gathered on all of them, they could hardly keep the front lines secure. 

"Commander, morale has dropped, but I have more importantly come to request something of you," The man announced, drawing the pitying gazes of the surrounding soldiers who saw me clench my teeth and fists. "P-Please hear me out… can you ride beside the soldiers? If the commander is on the battlefield then morale will rise. You don't even have to fight. Just please give some clear and concise instructions that could not only raise the morale but possibly shift the battle in our favor. PLEASE! I'M BEGGING YOU! MY PEOPLE ARE DYING AND I CAN'T STAND TO SEE IT ANY LONGER!"