Chapter 94. The Sky is Falling (1)
In the place where the Cadmus mansion stood, of which not even the site remained now.
There was a single tree standing sharply as if to pierce the sky.
An ominous tree darker than darkness that felt like it was squeezing a person’s soul just by looking at it.
“……It feels eerie every time I see it.”
Baron Kamora accepted something small handed by a subordinate under that tree.
He put what he accepted into a black box with a reluctant expression.
A pattern symbolizing Prince Aleid was drawn on the black box.
“It really grows quickly.”
It was a strange tree, ominous but impossible to take eyes off.
Baron Kamora, who had been staring at the tree as if possessed for a while, suddenly thought of something and called his subordinate to order.
“Call together the residents of Norington right now.”
“How many should I gather?”
He looked at the branches of the ominous tree piled next to him and said.
“Around the number of branches placed there should be enough.”
As the subordinate left to carry out his order.
Baron Kamora raised his head again to look at the ominous tree.
“It’s a guy that seems not of this world…….”
There were things bulging out from the dark tree.
Things that seemed about to stretch out ominously any moment.
Flower buds.
“What on earth will come out…….”
What the regressor who jumped over 30 years tried to stop so much.
The ominous tree was trying to bloom flowers.
***
The earth dyed red.
Crows flew in over countless corpses.
They spread their wings fully and made ominous sounds as if this place was their territory, but.
The soldiers of the Cadmus army were nonchalantly driving them away and recovering corpses.
Armor and weapons of the dead were separated and collected in wagons, and small useful things went straight into soldiers’ pockets unbeknownst to commanders, becoming excellent loot.
This was the difference between winner and loser.
Those who lost in war were having everything they held taken away once again, not enough with having their lives taken away.
Being stripped of everything.
Just as Cadmus was in the past.
“…….”
Baron Langketa was staring at that scene blankly while kneeling.
It was fully over 4,000 soldiers.
Troops the three lords gathered by squeezing their territories.
However, they were now lying on the cold field unable to rise.
“It is futile.”
From the moment he was surrounded by the Quiesco Cavalry led by Magnus, Baron Langketa was guessing his future.
And the one to decide his fate defeated in battle was shining his blue eyes fiercely in front of Baron Langketa right now.
“Where is Baron Kamora?”
Baron Langketa raised his head to look at Blanc.
The young baron who eventually defeated three lords and regained his land.
Only after facing his cold blue eyes could he realize.
“Only now I come to my senses.”
He had been deceived for a long time.
By the absurd rewards proposed by Prince Aleid and the rosy future Baron Kamora held out with sweet honey applied.
However, all responsibility couldn’t be pushed to them.
After all, the one who accepted everything, expected, and moved was Baron Langketa himself.
“I asked where Baron Kamora is.”
As Baron Langketa said something irrelevant to what he asked, Blanc frowned, not hiding his unpleasant feelings.
“……He must have gone to Norington. He would be hugging that creepy tree Prince Aleid cherished…….”
Baron Langketa lowered his head as if resigned to everything and spoke in a weak voice.
Baron Kamora watched from a distance without even joining the battlefield, and when defeat became thick, he suddenly disappeared taking only his guard troops.
There would be no reason to keep friendship or faith with such a man.
“…….”
Blanc’s head became complicated due to thoughts about the creepy tree growing in Norington rather than anger at missing one of his enemies, Baron Kamora.
The matter regarding that tree was a more urgent and critical matter than the revenge he wanted to the bone.
“How much had it grown?”
“What do you mean.”
“That tree.”
“……Why do you ask that?”
As Blanc spoke as if he knew about that tree, Baron Langketa wondered.
However, he was a prisoner caught in the enemy’s hands.
“Just answer what I ask. If you want to die nicely.”
Baron Langketa, feeling the rage boiling inside Blanc’s cold tone, had no choice but to lower his head.
To him, there was no such thing as a right to express doubt now.
“……It had clearly been only about the height of an adult, but at some point, it grew tall to the height of a two-story building. Baron Kamora was trying to buy time somehow saying he just needs to grow it a little more.”
Hearing Baron Langketa’s words, Blanc’s eyebrows wiggled.
‘Much faster than expected.’
According to Ulrich’s calculation before regression, it shouldn’t have grown to that extent yet.
Blanc’s heart became urgent.
Since there was no reason for Baron Langketa to spit out false information in a situation like now.
Then either Ulrich’s calculation was wrong.
Or.
“There is no time to be doing this.”
It was certain that some other variable intervened.
Blanc accepted a huge executioner’s sword instead of using Aselheit’s sword and stood in front of Baron Langketa.
Because he thought it was not right to use an honorable knight’s sword for such a deed.
“I ask Baron Langketa.”
The Black Wolf calmly pulled up the red anger he had put to sleep inside his blue eyes.
Calm but sharp anger.
Baron Langketa looking at him right in front of Blanc could feel his anger without fail.
“How did you kill my father, Lord Pallard Cadmus?”
Righteous avenger Blanc Cadmus.
He was holding the sword to repay his father’s revenge now.
“Baron Kamora executed him.”
“How?”
At Blanc’s question, Baron Langketa smiled pitifully and answered.
“In the way you are trying to do now.”
SLICE.
As soon as those words finished, Baron Langketa’s head fell to the ground.
SPLASH.
Blood sprouting from his neck splashed in all directions, splattering mercilessly on the knights standing next to him.
Baron Langketa’s body, having lost its owner, collapsed making a thud like rotten straw.
“With this, two.”
Blanc quietly looked at Baron Langketa’s head rolling on the ground.
As if to engrave his death inside his eyes.
“Now only one left.”
The Black Wolf stepped on and climbed the second step among the three steps.
The name of the step he stepped on and climbed second was Langketa.
However, there was no time to feel the joy of revenge right now.
“Execute all remaining knights too.”
“Yes, Baron.”
Behind Blanc’s back turning around, Langketa’s swords were snapped.
***
“Full speed advance!”
Blanc selected only Quiesco Cavalry and knights and was marching rapidly to Norington.
His teacher and adjutant, Sir Edwin, wanted to move all Cadmus troops together to prevent danger that might exist just in case there were remaining troops, but.
Blanc had no time leeway to wait for them.
‘No time to delay.’
According to calculations of Ulrich and the Liberation Front in the last life, the first Void Tree in Norington still had to be a young tree.
Therefore, Blanc thought he could match the timing barely until about 2 years later.
Actually, if not for the gold coins Ulrich left, Blanc intended to raise troops only around 2 years later.
‘The time the family collapsed is the same.’
The Void Tree currently growing in Norington would be one grown from the time the Cadmus family collapsed, so the growth period would be similar to the last life.
However, if Baron Langketa’s words were true, the Void Tree in Norington seemed to have grown enough to bloom flowers already.
‘There is an intervention of something!’
Was it because of the existence of the regressor Blanc?
The flow that continued naturally in the last life was subtly twisting and fluctuating.
“Baron, soon Norington!”
As Simon reported, there was a territory starting to be seen in Blanc’s eyes.
From sceneries passing by while riding a horse now to the sight of the city starting to be seen in the distance.
All were familiar things.
‘I have returned.’
Father’s territory Norington, which he missed even in dreams for the past 30 years.
However, Blanc had no time to raise his head and capture that scenery in his eyes.
The highest place in Norington.
The place where Cadmus' white mansion used to be.
“Move hurriedly!”
Blanc returned to kill the thing existing there.
‘Must!’
Blanc’s eyes heading to the old site where his nostalgic home used to be were shining.
That was not a gaze looking back on longing or some memory.
Determined and firm will.
Only that was contained inside Blanc’s eyes.
Even though their true master returned, the residents of Norington, surprised by the noisy hoofbeats of knights and cavalry, were afraid, locked their windows, and hid inside houses.
There was not a single person roaming the territory, and only gloomy energy hung over the streets.
It was an appearance completely different from the warm scenery of my hometown, which remains in Blanc’s memory.
‘……!’
A familiar and ominous sensation felt instantly.
That sensation he felt countless times while active in the Liberation Front.
Blanc felt the nape of his neck becoming cool and raised his head to look at the sky.
“Damn it!”
The sky was becoming dark.
Huge dark clouds looking like rain would come flocking to Norington.
It was an omen.
“All forces, halt!”
Blanc’s horse attempted rapid braking following his control.
It was a rapid stop to the extent sparks flew from horseshoes.
However, knights and Quiesco cavalrymen were those seasoned in horsemanship.
They were surprised by Blanc’s sudden action but hurriedly stopped horses and followed Blanc’s order.
Blanc gritted his teeth and ordered his soldiers.
“Quiesco Cavalry will execute an evacuation operation for the Norington area from now on! Send all territory residents nearby outside!”
Cavalry captain Magnus opened his eyes wide as if unable to understand Blanc’s order that fell suddenly, but.
“Follow it!”
Seeing Blanc ordering with a strong tone as if not tolerating even doubt, he nodded.
“Sir Magnus will be in charge of the evacuation operation!”
The Quiesco Cavalry, receiving the stern order of the war lord Blanc, immediately turned horses’ heads and spread out to various places in Norington.
They dragged Norington’s residents out regardless of means and methods.
“The remaining knights follow me!”
15 knights including Blanc could not hide tension.
Their war lord Blanc Cadmus was a tough person who didn’t blink an eye even facing 4,000 troops.
However, right now.
“Hurry!”
He had an impression as if being chased by something, soaked in cold sweat with a pale expression.
However, they gritted their teeth without hesitation and followed behind Blanc.
Cadmus and Tolome Knights.
They swore.
To protect Blanc Cadmus.
To bring him victory.
Huge darkness was flocking to Norington.
Under the darkened sky.
Those heading to the highest place.
The place they were heading to was the darkest place in Norington.
Goddesses, please.
Protect those heading to the darkest place to light up the darkness.
“Everyone close your eyes-!”