Radiant Dragon’s Otherworldly Reincarnation

Chapter 44. I'll Go This Far for You. (3)

30 minutes ago.

While the soldiers were setting up their barracks and taking a rest, workers from the Count’s family brought alcohol and meat to the Baron’s camp.

“This is a reward from the Count for all of you. Please eat and rest comfortably.”

“Thank you. We will eat well.”

Sanson, as the representative, gave his thanks and distributed the alcohol and meat to the soldiers.

And Patrick naturally joined in and started having a drink.

As Patrick was grilling meat over the campfire and drinking beer, the soldiers grumbled.

“Aren’t you going to drink at the banquet later, Young Master?”

“That is then, and this is now.”

“But this is our alcohol?”

“Your alcohol is my alcohol, and my alcohol is also my alcohol.”

“……”

“If you don’t like it, then beat me. Soldier A.”

“It’s Oliver.”

In any case, besides Patrick depleting their alcohol supply somewhat, everything was proceeding without any major issues.

But at that moment….

“Hey. Don’t you smell some country bumpkins around here?”

“You’re right. It smells something like horse dung, exactly the smell of country bumpkins.”

Someone with a thuggish voice clearly started a fight.

In an instant, Patrick’s head whipped back.

“Wha is it? Dis bahthard?”

There were about 300 soldiers in full armor, and at their head were men who looked like knights, leading the soldiers.

And a knight in gleaming plate mail said.

“Who’s in charge? Come out.”

“Dis bast…munch munch. Lookin’ to die. Hey you, get over… mmmph! Mmph!”

“Now, now, Young Master. Please come this way for a moment.”

“Hahaha. Young Master, let’s go over theeeere and drink intimately just between us.”

As Patrick, having swallowed the meat in his mouth, tried to step forward, soldiers rushed him from all sides, covered his mouth, and dragged him away.

“Mmmph! Mmmph!”

And as Patrick was dragged away, Sanson naturally stepped forward.

“We are the soldiers of the Baron Schneider family. State your affiliation and name.”

Then the other party said.

“Gavin Pricada of the Viscount Landes family. Are you the representative of this force?”

“……”

He’s the one being dragged away with his mouth covered by the soldiers, making muffled sounds.

He couldn't say that, could he?

Sanson sighed and said.

“Well, something like that.”

“Something like that?”

“I am the guard captain who leads the soldiers.”

“Guard captain? Are there no knights?”

“Our fiefdom does not have any knights yet.”

At that, a clear sneer appeared on the other party’s lips.

“They’ve gathered all sorts of riff-raff.”

“……”

Look at this bastard.

For a moment, Sanson flared up. However….

‘Endure it. I must endure it. I can’t create problems here. Let’s respond with common sense. With common sense….’

“Your words seem harsh. We too have gathered here under the Count’s summons. What is this rudeness?”

“For a mere ignorant soldier, you sure know how to wag your tongue.”

“If you continue to be rude, I will report this fact to the Count.”

At that, the other party flinched slightly.

It seemed he was reluctant to have any bad news reach the Count’s ears, no matter what.

He scratched his head as if annoyed and said.

“A lowly fellow who wouldn’t even be able to look at me in our fiefdom is being a nuisance.”

“You….”

“Enough, move your camp over there.”

The knight named Gavin suddenly made a strange demand.

Telling them, who had already set up their camp and were relaxing with a drink, to move their camp.

Why should they have to do such an extremely troublesome thing?

“May I ask the reason?”

Still, Sanson thought there must be some reason and asked for it first. The answer he got was a masterpiece.

“A lowly thing talks too much. Just obey the knight’s command.”

“I am not your subordinate. So why are you giving me orders?”

“How absurd. In the Schneider fiefdom, do commoners talk back to knights like this?”

“Status does not matter. In the military, why should I obey the command of someone who is not my direct superior? This is not right.”

He was right.

It was all correct.

And from the perspective of someone being unreasonable, the thing they hated hearing the most was the correct thing.

The knight, at a loss for words, placed his hand on the hilt of his sword and said.

“It seems it can’t be helped. You need to be taught a lesson to know your place.”

“…With those skills of yours?”

“Hah, what did you say?”

Sanson momentarily thought, ‘Oops.’

Feeling the crude aura emanating from the man as he gripped his sword, he had unwittingly spoken his true thoughts with a sneer.

Although the opponent was rude, ill-mannered, and seemed to be lacking in skill, hadn't he decided to respond with common sense?

This was a clear mistake.

“Ahem, I apologize. I was rude….”

“Enough. Draw your sword at once.”

“My sword?”

“Don’t even think about running. You were the one who insulted a knight’s honor first.”

“……”

What should I do? Should I wreck him?

I want to wreck him.

[Most problems can be solved by wrecking the opponent.]

Sanson now understood why the Young Master considered violence to be a cure-all and acted accordingly.

And also that he himself had been considerably influenced by such a Patrick.

But no matter what, he wasn't a complete hooligan like Patrick, so should he really put it into action?

“Scared now? All big for nothing, just an empty shell.”

“……”

“Seeing the kind of person he has as a subordinate, that idiot Baron Schneider must be quite a pathetic….”

Crack!

It was at that moment.

Sanson’s right hand struck the face of the knight named Gavin, or whatever, squarely.

“Huh?”

“What’s with that guy?”

The other soldiers were horrified at the sight.

They were doing their utmost to suppress the disaster named Patrick to avoid any trouble, but Sanson himself had caused it.

And Sanson shouted.

“How dare these bastards insult our lord?”

And the moment they heard those words, the expressions of the other soldiers changed as well.

“Our lord, you mean the Baron, was insulted?”

“Who? Those bastards?”

“They’re crazy. Crazy.”

“Hahahaha…. Hahahahahaha….”

The soldiers began to stand up one by one and approach the opponent.

“You…. You bastards?”

“You want to go?”

“You want to die, is that it? Huh?”

The soldiers of Viscount Landes, though inwardly flustered, put on a brave front.

Baron Schneider’s army was 100 strong.

And their opponent, the army of Viscount Landes or whatever, looked to be at least 300 strong, and among them were a few who appeared to be knights. However….

“Since it’s come to this, what can we do?”

“That’s right. Now that the stage is set, we can’t back down, can we?”

“How dare those bastards insult the Baron?”

With every step Baron Schneider’s army took forward, Viscount Landes' army took a step back. And then….

“Charge!”

“Uoooh!”

“Smash them to pieces!”

The moment someone gave the command, the army of the Schneider fiefdom descended upon the army of the Viscount Landes family.

And at the very back….

“If it was going to be like this anyway, why did you guys stop me?”

Patrick was watching the situation with a dumbfounded expression.

100 versus 300.

Logically thinking, a direct confrontation was impossible.

On top of that, the opposing side included knights and was heavily armed.

The Baron Schneider family, who had taken off their armor to rest after setting up their barracks, were at a disadvantage. However….

“Keok!”

“Kkaak!”

“No. Nooo! Keoheok!”

Being broken, shattered, smashed….

The soldiers of the Viscount Landes family were being mercilessly crushed—utterly, and pitifully so.

And this was while the soldiers of the Baron Schneider family weren't even using weapons.

They crushed faces with their bare fists, sent opponents flying with front kicks, and finished off fallen opponents by stomping on their faces.

It was a one-sided scene, like a fight between an adult and a child.

“Say that again. What, move the barracks? Should I move your life to hell? Huh?”

Sanson had grabbed the knight named Gavin, or whatever, who had spoken first, by the collar and was repeatedly punching him in the face.

“St… stop….”

“Aah, so you want to back out now? You bastard. Starting a fight and then wanting to stop when you think you’re going to lose is the thirty-second thing our Young Master hates!”

Shouting that, Sanson threw Gavin to the ground and began to stomp on him meticulously.

And the other soldiers, seeing this, nodded and said.

“Wasn’t that the thirty-fifth?”

“No. The thirty-fifth is kicking up dust while drinking.”

“Huh? I thought that was the thirty-third.”

“The thirty-third was… what was it? It was related to money.”

“Borrowing money and paying it back late.”

“Ah, right. That’s it.”

At the words of the Baron Schneider soldiers, the Viscount Landes army, even while being beaten, thought.

Who on earth is this Young Master these bastards are talking about, to have so many things he hates?

10 minutes later.

“Uuugh…. Uuuuaaargh….”

“Arm. My aaarm….”

“He… help me.”

It was a scene of brutal violation.

The 300 soldiers of the Viscount Landes army were lying on the ground after being one-sidedly beaten, while the soldiers of the Baron Schneider family stood there without a single drop of sweat, let alone blood.

“These kids are too flimsy.”

“What was that guy in armor earlier? Wasn't he a knight?”

“Maybe he was just a rich guy? There’s no way a knight could be that pathetically weak, right?”

“I think he drew something similar to an aura in the middle.”

“Nah, must have been an optical illusion.”

At the soldiers’ words, tears streamed down from the eyes of a fallen knight.

In any case, the army of the Baron Schneider family had grown strong.

The knights and soldiers from other families who had been watching the situation from the sidelines also looked at the soldiers of the Baron Schneider family with gazes of awe.

“Incredible. How can it be so one-sided?”

“Is the Viscount Landes army weak?”

“No, as far as I know, that knight named Gavin is at the 3-star level?”

“3-star? A 3-star got beaten like that? Not even by a knight, but by a soldier.”

“I know this doesn’t make sense, but seeing it with my own eyes, well….”

Hearing the admiring voices from those around them, the shoulders of the Baron Schneider family’s soldiers broadened.

They were clearly feeling the reward for having rolled and endured in an environment like hell, no, more brutal than hell.

The gazes of admiration and envy pouring down on them right now were….

“What’s this? Smirking? What did you do that was so great that your lips are twitching? Huh.”

They were supposed to be proof of their efforts….

As Patrick appeared from behind, his face full of displeasure, the soldiers’ expressions and shoulders quickly returned to their proper places.

“Tsk tsk tsk, beating up weak kids one-sidedly and feeling proooooud. What did you do so well, huh?”

“No, Young Master. These guys started the fight first. You saw it, didn't you?”

“So?”

“We have to stomp them.”

It was as if he were saying, ‘If it rains, you have to use an umbrella, right?’

The kids were definitely heavily influenced.

Seeing the other soldiers nodding nonchalantly proved it.

But Patrick, who could be called the very source of this tragic ideology, put on a stern expression and said, full of pretense and hypocrisy.

“Ahem, when you live your life, you need to learn to endure it even when others pick a fight.”

“…Yes?”

“Tsk tsk tsk, to use such barbaric violence just because some kids who are clearly weaker than you picked a little fight.”

“…Yes?”

“You ferocious things.”

“……”

Expressions of futility and injustice simultaneously filled the faces of Oliver and the other soldiers.

No. This isn’t right.

This can’t be happening.

All the soldiers, with expressions of being the most wronged in the world, either clutched their heads and sat down or looked up at the sky and shed sorrowful tears.

To hear the words ‘ferocious things’ from the mouth of that devil, of all people.

They couldn’t hold back their indignation as a feeling of injustice surged from the deepest depths of their souls.

It was obvious that if they hadn't stopped him, that man would have been at the forefront, charging in.

But just because he watched from behind this one time, he was pretending to be so good.

And do you know what was the most unfair thing?

“Hooo, the son of the Baron Schneider family is quite rational.”

“To command such rough soldiers with just words. It must be proof of his excellent cultivation of character.”

“Hmm, a son of a true noble family should be like that. Indeed, he should.”

These were the absurd remarks coming from the mouths of the people who were just watching from the sidelines.

“Keo…. Keoheok…. Keok….”

Finally, some were so dumbfounded that they started collapsing, clutching the back of their necks.

“Oliver. Don’t die. You can’t die.”

“Brother…. Brother, I…. To see this sight….”

“I know how you feel. But don’t die. You can’t die like this.”

“Kkeuuuuuh….”

It was a mess.

In various meanings of the word.

In any case, it is the natural order of things to clean up what one has messed up.

“First, wake those guys up. And….”

In the middle of Patrick’s words….

“Everyone, halt. The procession of Count Parmas.”

Leading gleaming knights, Count Parmas himself appeared on the scene.