The third today.
Grip strength training and combat review were done as usual.
Encrid did not waste time.
It was another ordinary day; nothing happened during the day.
On the surface, that is.
âI just didnât notice.â
Today was different from usual.
Krang skipped breakfast and only returned after lunch.
The medic in the infirmary was absent for a long time.
Normally, this soldierâs job was to always guard the infirmary.
Everything else was the same.
There were still a few patients in the other infirmaries around.
Encrid sat in front of the infirmary, observing the soldiers coming and going.
Since this was the rear, the combat troops were fewer compared to the front lines.
One of the wheels on a handcart broke, causing the cart to tip over.
Groans from the patients could be heard here and there.
Thanks to the strong wind, there was a soldier complaining.
All things considered, it wasnât a state of high alert.
âStill, itâs not like we would miss a few assassins.â
The objective remained unchanged.
To cause a commotion when facing the assassin, and that would be the end. He steeled his resolve. He spent the rest of the day as usual.
âIsnât that boring?â
Krang asked his usual question.
âWhen we get back, weâll see about that, you bastards.â
There was Vengeanceâs meaningless muttering.
Night had deepened.
Encrid lay down, then got up and sat half-perched on his bunk.
He sat and reviewed the information he knew.
The time the assassin would come was:
âAfter the third guard change.â
The weapons used were poison needles and blades.
The suspect appeared to be of a female or childlike physique.
The main suspect was the newly appointed company commander.
The likely target was Krang.
This was all he knew.
It was enough.
They werenât after him, and all he had to do was cause a commotion.
Watching the changing of the guard, Encrid got up.
âHaah, going to pee?â
A yawning guard asked.
âNo, I just canât sleep.â
âArenât you rejoining the main unit tomorrow?â
The guard smiled slightly. He was a soldier with freckles, droopy eyes, and a gentle demeanor.
Encrid, being a squad leader, was of higher rank than a regular soldier.
âYes.â
âAre you too nervous to sleep?â
âNo, the moon is too bright.â
At Encridâs words, the freckled soldier looked up.
It was a dark night.
The clouds tightly covered the moonlight in the night sky.
Although a distant star sparkled brightly, the darkness was so thick that one couldnât see an inch ahead without a torch.
âThe moon?â
âJust joking.â
Encrid said, glancing at the guard in the neighboring tent.
No matter how strictly discipline was enforced, soldiers like that always appeared.
He saw a guard dozing off, leaning against a tent pole.
âHaha.â
The freckled soldier let out a stiff laugh.
âActually, itâs the torches that are too bright for me to sleep.â
âYouâre sensitive.â
âIâve always been like that since I was a kid.â
It wasnât just idle talk.
Encrid was more sensitive than most people.
He could hear well, smell well, and distinguish tastes well.
His senses were sharp.
âYet I was caught off guard twice already.â
The opponent was quite skilled in stealth.
Of course, if an assassin wasnât confident in stealth and infiltration, what would they be confident in?
Itâs dark. Looking at the stars in the night sky and the burning torches, Encrid exchanged a few more trivial words.
Talk about where their hometowns were, and how they ended up in the army.
The freckled soldier shared his story without hesitation.
Encrid didnât listen closely.
While talking, he was constantly on alert for what was happening behind him.
He kept touching his neck.
âSince it hit the neck, the poison took effect immediately.â
Had it hit the forearm instead of the neck, there would have been enough time to react.
Preparation.
If he was awake, he would at least have enough time to screamâŠ.
âLaura said she was waiting for meâŠâ
The freckled soldier was in the middle of talking about his girlfriend back home.
At that moment, there was a sudden âthudâ as something pierced through the freckled soldierâs neck.
âA blade!â
A blade as long as a finger emerged from his neck.
There was no sudden gush of blood.
Before pulling out that blade, it effectively acted as a tool to stem the bleeding.
The freckled soldier staggered sideways and silently collapsed, his mouth covered.
Pingâa sound, and something flew towards Encrid.
All of these actions occurred in a single breath.
Encrid reacted too. He reflexively covered his neck with his hand. A poisoned needle pricked the back of his hand.
Now it was time to scream.
Thereâs an assassin here!
Weâre under attack!
Or at least.
Aaaaaah!
Even such a meaningless scream would have sufficed.
But then.
Thud.
Something covered his mouth.
No sound, no warning.
Encrid felt someone grabbing and twisting his neck.
Crack.
Afterwards, he felt a hot pain in the back of his neck as a blade was thrust in.
Having been stabbed so many times, he could now roughly gauge the depth and severity of the wound.
This was a fatal wound.
Encrid collapsed to the ground with the blade still in him.
Warm blood flowed from his neck down to his chest.
The assassin did not deliver a final blow.
Encrid had no strength left to check the situation around him.
âKrang? The Platoon Leader Vengeance?â
As he gushed out blood, the very essence of life, Encrid checked the two sprawled before him.
One was the freckled soldier.
He was dead with his neck pierced. Blood poured out, soaking the tent floor.
âWhat was his name again?â
He had talked about so many things but hadnât listened attentively to any of it.
Inside the tent entrance, he also saw the Platoon leader Vengeance.
He too lay sprawled, eyes wide open, as if strangled.
But Krang was nowhere to be seen.
Using his last bit of strength, Encrid lifted his head to look inside the tent.
As he moved, the blade embedded in him shifted, causing excruciating pain.
âGrrh.â
A groan escaped involuntarily. Despite the pain, he steadfastly raised himself and looked.
He saw a slender woman.
Behind the torn tent, blocking the way, there was the fairy woman.
âSo it was you.â
It was the newly appointed company commander.
No matter how unobservant he was, he couldnât have missed this.
âAlready taken outâŠâ
Another voice mixed in.
That was the end of his memory.
âCyprus! Cyprus!â
Today began again.
âDamn it.â
A dry, hollow laugh escaped involuntarily.
The opponent was an assassin.
Regardless of having the Heart of the Beast, Valenâs Mercenary Sword Style, or whatever, there was nothing he could do.
First, he had to face and fight them to do anything at all.
But they stabbed him in the neck and launched poison needles without a single word.
With a sudden kick, he threw off the blanket and got up.
âHave you gone crazy this early in the morning?â
The Platoon leader Vengeance asked, half-covered by the blanket that had flown onto his head.
âOh, no.â
That wasnât the important part.
âAlright then, wanna die? This is mutiny, isnât it?â
Ignoring the limping Vengeance, Encrid walked outside.
âHey! Are you running away? You bastard! If you get caught, youâre dead!â
Behind Vengeanceâs shouting.
âWhy is it so noisy this early in the morning?â
Came Krangâs voice as he woke up.
The same day repeating again.
âLetâs see how you do this time, assassin.â
Encrid prepared for the fourth night.
This time, he also brought several daggers.
He persuaded the freckled soldier to come into the tent with him.
âIsnât everyone who needs protecting here?â
It was an easy sell. The naive country boy was completely taken in by Encridâs words.
He brought one of the torches inside and placed it upright.
The inside of the tent became much brighter.
âSo, assassins, can you work in such a well-lit place?â
It was possible.
He didnât know when they had sneaked in.
He didnât know how they got close.
An assassin dropped with a thud from above the tent.
The shadow that fell plunged poisoned needles into the necks of both the freckled soldier and Encrid.
Just before dying, Encrid saw the tent being sliced open with a swish.
A white blade.
A dark figure beyond it.
Thanks to the torch he had brought inside, the light illuminated the face of the attacker.
It was the newly appointed company commander.
âCyprus! Cyprus!â
The fifth day dawned.
âAlright.â
Even knowing it, he was caught. It was the fourth time.
Determination set in.
He tried again in a similar manner, but this time, he focused with all his might.
The result wasnât much different.
The beds in this tent were elevated off the ground.
A black shadow emerged from underneath, throwing short arrows. These were thrown arrow weapons.
The arrow tips were poisoned.
It was a deadly poison.
The pain was of a different magnitude than being stabbed by a knife.
It felt like ants were gnawing on his heart.
His breath was cut off, unable to continue breathing.
Thus, he died without being able to do anything.
The sixth day was similar.
There were occasional minor changes.
Just before dying, he heard the group of assassins saying something.
âYou, hoâŠâ
âYou areâŠâ
âThis is a warnâŠâ
âFairnessâŠâ
Of course, hearing that didnât change anything.
He couldnât understand what they were saying anyway.
At best, it was just a few words.
No matter how much he tried to piece it together, he couldnât find an answer.
With determination, Encrid tried various methods.
Not giving up was a strength, but in this situation, it could be a weakness.
The old saying that stupidity leads to suffering holds true.
Endless attempts arenât always the solution.
Fortunately, Encrid wasnât a fool.
Twenty attempts and failures.
âEven screaming is pointless.â
It showed just how skilled the assassin was.
Once, he tried shouting about an attack before the assassin could do anything.
The soldiers from the surrounding tents gathered where Encrid was.
He even saw Krang rubbing his eyes as he woke up.
Roughly, it was after the third guard had arrived. It could be considered a preemptive strike attempted with the right timing.
âAttack? Where?â
As a result, he just got kicked in the shin by the neighboring platoon leader.
If he shouted first, nothing happened?
Would that mean the day just passed by?
In that case, getting kicked in the shin was nothing.
After the commotion ended, Encrid roughly excused it as a bad dream.
âHow did you know?â
For the first time, Encrid heard the assassinâs voice.
It was a manâs voice, mixed with a metallic rasp.
And then he died.
A blade lodged in his neck.
If he tried that, he would have tried other things too.
âPlatoon leader Vengeance. Are you perhaps mad at me?â
âWhat the hell?â
âItâs not me, itâs Krang, right? Isnât it because Krang keeps talking nonsense?â
Encrid tried to lighten the mood and give a warning.
âThere will be an assassin tonight.â
ââŠGo completely mad, you crazy bastard.â
Vengeance didnât believe him.
âGot a secret birth story? Why would an assassin come?â
Krang didnât believe him either.
They were people with a lack of faith.
It was a failure.
He tried various things, but the cause of failure was similar.
âInsufficient skill.â
It could be summed up with one reason.
The assassin was too skilled.
He needed to find a way.
The Heart of the Beast, Valenâs Mercenary Sword Style.
They were not helpful now.
âBring Rem in the middle of the night?â
Couldnât that be the way?
If it were Rem or another squad member, they wouldnât be taken down so easily.
âAs long as itâs not Big Eyes.â
He wouldnât be caught.
But how to bring Rem?
There was no way.
He was just a squad leader and they were just soldiers.
Regardless of skill, their ranks were like that.
If he talked to the squad leader responsible for the duty squad?
âHe would surely listen.â
What excuse would he use?
There are things that can and cannot be done.
It was impossible to bring a squad member.
So what other way was there?
There was one.
Repeat the same today.
Encrid knows when and where to find Big Eyes.
âShould I ask for advice?â
All his squad members are incredibly talented.
âYou can listen to opinions even if you donât bring them.â
Itâs better than enduring it with an obsession.
Encrid decided to meet Big Eyes.
âWhere are you going?â
Vengeance platoon leader asked from behind.
Krang also left early in the morning.
Enkrid figured Vengeance asked because he was also leaving.
Encrid answered with a question and laughed.
âAre you lonely?â
âWhat, you?â
âOr not.â
âHey, you, this, fuck.â
Ignoring him, he walked out.
âIf I get out, youâll see!â
Inside the tent, Platoon leader Vengeance shouted. Encrid cocked his ear.
Finding Big Eyes wasnât difficult.
Although his expression was quite bad.
What was important was Big Eyesâs expression.
This side has repeated the day 20 times without even seeing the opponentâs face.
âBig Eyes.â
Big Eyes, who was walking fast, turned his head at the call.
He furrowed his brow, then spotted Encrid.
âSquad Leader? Are you okay now?â
âCan we talk for a moment?â
âAh, Iâm a bit busy. If you need someone to talk to, Jaxon is over there.â
Big Eyes seemed genuinely busy, raising his thumb and pointing backward, then casually continued walking.
There was no chance to catch him. Anyway, Big Eyes wasnât the target; Encrid was going to call another squad member.
Encrid headed towards the tent indicated by Big Eyes.
It was a small tent between the maintenance tents.
It wasnât a large tent, but a small one.
A maintenance tent that isnât much used in supply items.
It was a place where defective goods were gathered, so people didnât come and go often.
âSquad Leader?â
Jaxon was there.
Red hair with a red-eyed brownish tint.
A squad member showing an average smile.
And according to Remâs evaluation.
The last man to come.
He said he enjoyed poking holes and taking care of them rather than confronting his opponent.
He also said,
Scratch.
Encrid scratched his head with his finger and asked.
It seems to have come at a difficult time.
âDo you have time?â
Jaxon nodded nonchalantly.
Behind him, a woman with tangled yellow hair poked her face out of the tent and quickly went inside.
âIâm done with my business.â
Jaxon stood up, putting on a shirt with all the buttons open over his shoulders.
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