Nathan Beatus. The third child of the Beatus family. The outcast of the Beatus family.
Known as the Red Wolf, he is a battle maniac as renowned on the battlefield as Rodrick.
If Rodrick is in the north, Nathan wanders the west and south, participating in conflicts wherever they arise.
He shows no mercy in battle, to the point where enemies tremble before the fight even begins.
The Red Wolf, carrying the thick scent of blood, seemed to enjoy his wandering life and never settled in one place. So it was not easy to track his location.
"Rodrick Schwartz. You should know I hate it when you use my full name."
He doesn't care. Rodrick ignored Nathan's words. He closed his eyes tightly for a moment, suppressing his raging madness.
He took out a narcotic herb wrapped in tobacco leaves from his pocket and lit it. The white smoke he deeply inhaled and exhaled obscured his vision.
In the swirling smoke, his blue eyes became languidly unfocused.
"Still ignoring people, I see. Why are you here anyway?"
"Diana Beatus."
Nathan's hand, which had been roughly combing through his red hair, stopped abruptly. His face hardened in an instant.
"What did you say?"
"I have something to ask about Diana."
"Captain!"
Rodrick raised his hand, clad in a black leather glove, to stop his subordinates.
Don't move. At his command, the subordinates retreated, their hands still on the swords at their waists.
"Speak. Why are you mentioning our youngest's name?"
It was a speed that even the elite few couldn't follow with their eyes. The blade touched Rodrick's neckline, and red liquid trickled down.
Nathan, who had approached right in front of him, glared at Rodrick with murderous intent.
Regardless, Rodrick remained calm. His arrogant attitude made a thick vein pop out on Nathan's temple.
"Choose your words carefully. One wrong word and your head flies off here."
Hmm, so he does have affection for his sister. His reaction to hearing Diana's name was unexpected. For a brute who knows nothing but fighting.
Can I exclude him from the list of suspects who imprisoned Diana in the Black Forest?
Rodrick quietly let Nathan's momentum pass. After observing Nathan with a gauging gaze, he spoke softly.
"Move it."
His large mouth opened, and the corners of his lips curled up. One of Nathan's habits was that the more annoyed he got, the deeper his smile became.
"Answer me. Rodrick Schwartz."
Who is Rodrick Schwartz? He was a tyrant of the battlefield whose name alone was enough to change the flow of battle.
There were only a handful of people who could treat Rodrick casually, and Nathan, who had rolled together with him on the battlefield, was one of them.
"You're still as reckless as ever. That's why you always lose to me."
A comrade he could trust with his back. He had already figured out his personality while roaming the battlefield together. It should be fine to tell this guy Diana's location. He was a man at odds with the Beatus family. Since he seems to care deeply for his sister, he might be helpful.
"What, you bastard? What are you say..."
Rodrick, having briefly organized his thoughts, cut off Nathan's words.
"Your younger sister. She's with our family."
Bang-! With a thunderous sound, dust rose like a sandstorm. Every time their swords clashed, bang- kwang- thunderous sounds rang out.
"Why is my sister in that house? Kidnapping? Is it kidnapping?"
It was a one-sided attack from Nathan. Rodrick easily parried the heavy attacks that would have broken the arms of ordinary soldiers and ignored his words.
"Are you crazy? You've really gone mad, right? I know you're bloodthirsty, but have you finally gone mad for women too! You bastard! No matter how pretty my sister is, still! Kidnapping a girl quietly living in the capital?! Die!"
Haah. A cool sigh with lingering traces of the narcotic herb. His blue eyes briefly rolled, scanning the surroundings.
The mock battle seemed to have already stopped due to the noise they were making. A crowd had gathered around them, watching with keen interest.
"Wow, that's insane. Are those human movements?"
"I bet 1 gold on Captain Rodrick!"
"Well, you can't ignore the Red Wolf's reputation either. I'll bet 2 gold on Deputy Commander Nathan."
They were even placing bets on who would win, as if it were the fight of the century. His subordinates occupied the front row.
"Hey, of course our captain will win! Don't you see that unrivaled composure, you idiots!"
"What are you saying. By the way, why did you come to our area without notice?"
"Never mind that, hurry and place your bets. On our captain! No, wait, since we should win, everyone bet on the Red Wolf. He's on your side, right?"
These guys and those guys, discipline has gone lax. I'll deal with you later. You first.
"Die!"
His eyes had completely lost it. Rodrick, who had been avoiding and deflecting the sword, readjusted his grip.
Nathan, keenly noticing that subtle difference, also put more strength into his sword handle.
"As you're Diana's family, I won't draw blood."
"What are you...! Kuhek!"
Rodrick, who had been waiting for an opening, clashed swords and deflected, then bent his waist slightly and planted his fist into Nathan's abdomen.
"Ooooh-!"
The audience's response was enthusiastic, regardless of whether Nathan fell or not.
"As if I'd fall from something like this...!"
Rodrick didn't give him time to rest. Before Nathan, clutching his stomach, could get up, he struck Nathan's temple with the sword handle.
The force was so strong that it created an illusion as if his head was being ripped off separately.
What followed was the beginning of a beating. Nathan became the prey of Rodrick, who was already in a foul mood due to his raging madness.
The subordinates who had been cheering after winning big money suddenly became solemn. Because they had seen their own future.
"Hey, should we run?"
"Do you think that's possible?"
"We'll die even more if we're charged with insubordination, idiot."
The subordinates quickly assessed the situation and dispersed the watching crowd.
"Kuhek... You crazy bastard... Stop it..."
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