Chapter 51: Chapter 51 - The Competitors
After leading the battle against the Pilgrim Knights to victory, I realized more clearly how alien the environment given to us was.
A few hours ago.
"... All right. I think there is little point in resisting any longer. I surrender. I will humbly admit defeat and leave this place."
The Pilgrim Knight Commander, who remained frozen in his sword stance for a while, finally declared surrender with a look of resignation on his face.
"That is a wise decision. I will not pursue you any further, so you should cross the river first."
"I express my gratitude for the mercy of the victor."
I had decided to accept his surrender, even considering the possible consequences.
Out of respect for the honorable knight who kept his manners until the end.
"Ha! The world is really big. What, since I lost like this. I'll go around this interesting place with my remaining subordinates…"
As expected of the leader of the knights whose name means pilgrims, I was laughing at his sudden thought of wandering somewhere.
—Hwaaaaak…!
The leader of the Pilgrim Knights, Sir Scott, disappeared in an instant, swept away by a halo of light, along with his subordinates.
Leaving no trace. As if they had never been here in the first place.
It was as if this mysterious space itself excluded the existence of the Pilgrim Knights.
Did His Majesty the Emperor think that those who declared surrender no longer needed to stay in the arena?
'Should I call this harsh, or rather merciful?'
In fact, it didn't really matter either way.
What I had to do now was to keep moving forward.
After shaking my head to shake off my meaningless thoughts. I tapped the shoulder of the vice-captain who was leaning against me and quietly closing her eyes, and woke her up.
She had used up a lot of energy in this battle, and she had a hard time maintaining the ice bridge until everyone had crossed the river by using all her strength.
"Vice-captain Agnes, wake up now."
"Ugh..."
But no matter what, it's like that. She must not even feel embarrassed in front of her subordinates.
While I was sighing at the sight of her not waking up at all.
The 300th Captain, Sir Karl, spoke to me with an incomprehensible smile.
"Hey, why don't you let her sleep a little longer?"
"That's right."
"Do you know? The vice-captain has been so noisy since she was a servant that most men wouldn't dare talk to her. She's definitely not someone who would stay still like a docile cat."
Not only that, the white captains sitting around the riverbank all seemed to be in agreement with his opinion with a pleased expression.
From what I could see, they all seemed to be completely relaxed, perhaps because they were drunk on their first victory.
… It seems that they had made them rest too long, saying that they were taking care of the wounded.
When I got up first, the commanders followed suit.
"Huh… Huh?!"
"Get up, get up."
This was enough rest.
It wasn't that I felt embarrassed by the strange atmosphere, but it was already uncomfortable to be lying around like this.
"You guys should also get up now. The game is still in full swing. We can't face the enemy without defense. As of now, tell all troops that we are resting and resuming our movement."
"Yes!"
Just as the white captains were about to move to gather their troops.
"Commander and seniors. Isn't there something strange here?"
The question posed by the 500th Captain, Kenneth, stopped everyone in their tracks.
Although he was the youngest of the senior commanders, he had a keen sense of observation and was unique in many ways, so he often stood out in unexpected ways.
"There are more than one or two strange things. If you find anything unusual, please tell me."
"Yes. First of all, no one complained of hunger even though it was a long time after the fierce battle. And… the injured have already recovered."
Both of these were reports that could not be ignored.
If someone was skilled enough to manifest Aura, they could consume the mana accumulated in their body and survive without eating for a while.
However, the half-superhumans below them should feel hungry after intense movement.
Also, what does it mean that the injured have recovered?
"Already recovered?"
"Yes. I also suffered cuts and fractures in battle, but I felt that my injuries were healing strangely quickly, so I checked on my subordinates just in case, and they were all the same."
It was an absurd story. Even if knights recover quickly, their injuries healed in less than half a day of rest.
And they weren't even an undead army.
"What about the people who had their limbs cut off? Are you saying that all the seriously injured people have recovered?"
"Surprisingly, yes. The people involved are already confused."
"...I see. This is a very important report. I will listen to it with gratitude."
It was so hard to believe that I checked again and it was true.
"Hey, is this also a favor from His Majesty the Emperor?"
"Hey, do you know how the arm growth process works? It's not a pretty sight. There's a reason they tell you to keep your eyes tightly closed in the temple."
"This is something that a ghost would cry about. It would be better to just give up on understanding."
When the movement resumed, all the wounded, who were at least close to a hundred, were walking behind me, chatting and chatting.
It wasn't that the situation was bad, but rather a good thing.
I couldn't help but think of one thought popping up in my head.
This space created by His Majesty the Emperor's power seemed…
like a legend from a particularly vicious tribe among the Northern Barbarian Alliance.
'I'm sure they called it the Bal… something.'
A paradise for crazy berserkers who kept coming back to life no matter how many times they died, and didn't have to worry about anything except endlessly repeating battles.
I thought they'd go crazy if I brought them here.
"Uh… Captain, I was rude earlier. I was so tired because I let my guard down…"
"No, don't worry about it."
"Ahem, thank you. But where are we headed now?"
I blushed and answered the question of the vice-captain who was talking to me appropriately.
In fact, the destination had already been decided.
"First… let's go down south like this. If we're going to do this, wouldn't it be better to go somewhere warm rather than somewhere cold?"
The center of the Charichin Plains, which you can find after leaving the snowy area and crossing the river.
Excluding the center where there is a huge iron mine and useful farmland, the surrounding terrain is so hostile to humans that it could be described as hell.
Just like us who escaped from the snowy area at the northern tip and headed south, the remaining main event participants who had fallen elsewhere would naturally flock to the center in search of a place to rest.
I walked in front and pondered how to proceed with the remaining main event.
'If the other units also encountered the enemy as quickly as we did, I guess we should assume that their numbers have been reduced by half by now.'
The strategy of hiding somewhere and waiting for an opportunity probably won't work.
The forest in the south, the valley in the east, and the mountain in the west all boast incredibly harsh environments.
So we would all end up meeting in similar places.
So I had to arrive as early as possible and take advantage of the terrain.
Fortunately, unlike before, there were no passengers at the place I had marked.
There was a river flowing on the left, so there was no chance of being surrounded, and on the right, there was a small hill that could be conquered immediately, which served as a suitable cover to secure a view and prepare for possible long-range attacks.
Of course, there was originally a village in this good terrain, but it seems that His Majesty the Emperor did not create buildings and people.
The fact that I had a prior understanding of the surrounding terrain due to my experience in the war was a huge advantage.
If I hadn't known in advance, I wouldn't have come here right away.
"Chief! According to the reconnaissance results, there are signs of enemies observed from all directions!"
At the temporary camp I made by cutting down the surrounding trees, I received a report from the vice-captain who had rushed over.
The troops sent to scout had finally arrived.
"What kind of knights are they? They won't be able to come out recklessly anyway, so there's no need to rush. Take your time and explain in detail."
"Yes! That's..."
According to the report, there were four knights rushing toward the center.
The Corvo Knights approaching from the eastern valley.
They must have fought a fierce battle on their way here, as their number has decreased by almost half. In that case, it would be difficult to see them as competitors.
Next are the Templar Knights coming up from the southern forest.
Their situation is slightly better than the Corvo Knights, but their numbers are still greatly reduced.
However, for some reason, they are composed of faithful Celestial Knights, and it is said that they have a strangely intense anger. What on earth happened in the forest?
"And finally, there are two knight orders that are making their appearances in the west."
"Two? Could it be that they're allied?"
"Yes. It seems like that."
From what I've heard, the ones that I should pay attention to the most are those coming from the west.
"Unity Knights and Frost Knights. They were already considered strong contenders for the championship. They even said that there were no conflicts during the alliance process, and their forces are all intact."
"This is a big deal. We have to deal with the Allied Forces..."
I could guess what they were thinking.
First, join hands and preserve each other's forces.
After wiping out all of our competitors with overwhelming force, they were planning to have a de facto final match between themselves.
This is something I can't just sit back and do nothing about.
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