No one present could figure out how he had been cut down.
Yulian didn't even glance back. He seemed entirely uninterested in the fallen superhuman.
He continued riding forward, driving his horse relentlessly.
"This, this lunatic…."
Marquis Aldred's face turned pale with terror.
To kill a superhuman in a single strike! He had never witnessed such skill in his entire life.
The same was true for the rebel soldiers. With their only superhuman, whom they had trusted completely, killed in an instant, they fell into a state of panic.
"St-stop him! Stop that man!"
Marquis Aldred, whose judgment and decisiveness were remarkable, shouted at the top of his lungs and retreated backward.
The soldiers, still disoriented, moved forward blindly. They had no idea what was happening.
And into their confusion, Yulian charged.
Ssk!
He merely stepped into the midst of his enemies. Yet, in an instant, the heads of those nearby flew off their shoulders.
There was no massive explosion or shockwave. He had simply swung his sword cleanly, and such a thing had occurred.
"Argh! What the hell!"
"Run! Get away!"
"It's magic! It has to be magic!"
The rebel soldiers, terrified, tried to distance themselves. Yulian, his face expressionless, swung his sword again.
Paaaah!
Ssk!
The soldiers near him were cut down, their bodies sliced cleanly. They were struck down even though they were outside the range of his blade.
"A-a monster!"
The soldiers screamed in terror. How could they all die without even being touched by the sword?
Yulian was like a lion amidst a flock of sheep, slaughtering them alone.
He didn't even use any particularly grand techniques.
Ssk! Ssk! Ssk!
Each time he swung his sword from atop his horse, the heads of the nearby enemies flew off.
It was an unbelievable sight. The soldiers nearby scrambled to retreat.
"What are you doing! Surround him! He's just one man! Overwhelm him with sheer numbers!"
Marquis Aldred shouted at the top of his lungs, but no one had the courage to step forward.
They had been fleeing for two days straight and were already exhausted. On top of that, their only trusted superhuman had just been killed, leaving them utterly demoralized.
Some soldiers tried to gather their wits and attack, but how could they strike if they couldn't even get close?
Ssk!
They were killed before they could even approach Yulian, making it impossible to attack.
Even the knights among them who charged at Yulian were all cut down, their bodies sliced apart.
Watching in a daze like the rest, Marquis Gidion of the Turian Kingdom shouted.
"Attack! Assist Lord Yulian!"
There had to be a reason Yulian was acting like this. Assisting him was unquestionably the right thing to do.
The Turian soldiers had that much faith in Yulian. If Ghislain were to see this scene, he would undoubtedly feel conflicted.
"Waaaaaah!"
The Turian soldiers shouted a war cry and charged forward. Thanks to Yulian's efforts, the frontlines of the enemy forces had already crumbled.
Kwoooom!
Marquis Aldred's rebel forces were quickly overrun. Their morale couldn't compare to that of the Turian army.
Especially notable was Yulian's contribution.
Ssk! Ssk! Ssk!
Any rebel soldiers who came near Yulian were all decapitated. Not a single drop of blood stained Yulian's body.
However, the Turian soldiers fighting nearby remained unharmed, unscathed. Yulian had exclusively targeted the rebels.
No one could comprehend how such a feat was possible.
A monster.
That was what the rebel soldiers saw when they looked at Yulian.
Marquis Aldred, who had hastily retreated to the rear, couldn't hide his dismay.
"W-what is happening here!"
He had barely escaped the devilish Lutania army. He thought he only needed to cross the border, but now, he had encountered a monster and was on the brink of annihilation.
"Stop him! Somebody stop him!"
No matter how loudly he shouted, the tide of battle didn't change.
Realizing it was over, Marquis Aldred turned to flee. While his troops fought, he intended to escape alone, no matter what.
"Hyah!"
As he pulled on the reins to spur his horse forward, a chilling sensation ran down his spine.
Puuuk!
"Guh, guh…"
Marquis Aldred turned to look back. Yulian had already closed the distance and stabbed his sword into his heart.
He was terrified. The expressionless face of the man, killing indiscriminately without a word, was terrifying.
How could someone's face remain like that? How could someone fight without showing any emotion on such a battlefield?
No, was it even possible for a human to fight like that?
What kind of monster was this?
Even as he lay dying, Marquis Aldred's mind was filled with confusion.
"W-who… what are you…"
Thud.
Marquis Aldred fell from his horse, dead before he could hear an answer.
Yulian briefly glanced at the corpse, then sheathed his sword and turned his horse around.
Clop, clop.
He killed no one else. He simply rode slowly back to his original position.
Yet no enemy dared to approach him. They were all paralyzed by his overwhelming power.
Marquis Gidion shouted.
"Drop your weapons and surrender! If you do, your lives will be spared!"
The remaining rebel soldiers quickly discarded their weapons and prostrated themselves. They had no desire to fight anymore.
Even the soldiers preparing for battle at the rear, unsure of what had just transpired, followed suit in confusion.
The battle ended anticlimactically. The Turian army erupted in cheers.
"Yaaaaah!"
"We've won again!"
"As expected of Lord Yulian!"
They didn't care who their opponent was. They fought simply because Yulian went out to fight, and they won.
For them, that was enough. What mattered was that they stood alongside Yulian.
Marquis Gidion quickly approached Yulian and asked,
"Wh-what just happened? Why did you suddenly attack…"
"Rebels."
"…"
Yulian uttered a single word and gave no further explanation. Marquis Gidion, though perplexed, calmly thought it through.
Indeed, there were no other armies fleeing in this direction. If rebels were being chased by the Lutania army, it could only be them.
To confirm, Gidion called a few of the surrendered soldiers for questioning, and they indeed turned out to be rebels.
'Wow, to judge and act so decisively in such a brief moment…'
As expected of Yulian. Whatever he did, it was always the right thing. It was impossible not to believe in him.
It was the kind of trust that would undoubtedly make Ghislain feel conflicted if he knew.
The Turian army moved with light steps, leading the captives. Thanks to Yulian, they won every battle they fought, and they had no reason to fear anything.
Flap.
As they moved, a raven suddenly flew toward them from somewhere.
"Hey, Yulian! You caught the rebels, huh? Nice work! My master is on his way here!"
"…"
Yulian recognized Dark. He had exchanged messages with Ghislain several times through Dark.
Marquis Gidion frowned as he looked at the impudent bird.
"Ah, that insolent crow. If it weren't for the fact it's the Duke Fenris's spirit, I'd have smacked it ages ago."
Dark had become even more audacious as Ghislain's reputation grew. With the departure of Amelia and the cat, who had been the most bothersome, there was nothing left to intimidate it.
Following Dark's guidance, the Turian army soon met with Ghislain's Lutania army.
The moment they saw them, the soldiers of Turian instinctively gripped their weapons tightly.
The pride they had carried was shattered in an instant.
Boom!
An army drenched in blood approached. The aura they exuded was on a level the Turian soldiers had never encountered before.
The Turian soldiers realized that these people were fundamentally different.
The overwhelming presence of the Lutania army was suffocating. Some Turian soldiers took deep breaths to steady themselves.
'This… this is the Army of Demons.'
'Was the Lutania army always like this?'
'How did they gather warriors of this caliber…'
The Turian soldiers, who had feared nothing since Yulian joined them, were brimming with confidence, certain they could win against any army.
Yet now, they were so overpowered by the opposing aura that they couldn't even consider fighting.
If they fought, they would die.
That single thought filled their minds completely.
Even Marquis Gidion, leading the Turian forces, was no exception. Intimidated by the sheer pressure of the opposing force, he couldn't utter a word.
Only one person.
Yulian, as if taking a casual stroll, stepped forward to meet Ghislain.
"I am Yulian of the Kingdom of Turian."
"I am the Duke Fenris of Lutania."
Ghislain, upon seeing Yulian's face, gave a faint smile.
'Still the same cold expression. It's been a while.'
Even in his past life, he had found it fascinating.
Yulian seemed to have no emotions. He was like a human devoid of happiness, anger, sorrow, or joy.
In truth, Yulian found no joy in anything.
'Right, this guy never enjoyed anything.'
He ate very little, didn't drink alcohol, avoided gambling, and didn't seek the company of women.
It wasn't as if he passionately pursued any particular work either. He avoided politics altogether.
He simply fought to save people and occasionally read books quietly. That was it.
He could be described as someone who lived a bland, indifferent life, detached from everything.
Ironically, that made him all the more trustworthy. Even the continent's Seven Strongest, known for their arrogance, would concede to Yulian's opinions.
Looking at Ghislain's expression, which seemed to enjoy something, Yulian fell into a momentary contemplation.
'It seems like he knows me.'
He was aware of the Duke Fenris through information and rumors.
But that expression wasn't one of mere recognition. It was as if Ghislain was warmly greeting an old friend.
What was even stranger was that Yulian felt the same. From the moment he first heard of the Duke Fenris, he had inexplicably felt a sense of longing.
This left Yulian slightly confused. Someone as indifferent as him had never experienced such emotions before.
'I've never met him. So why does it feel like this?'
Having spent his entire life confined in a tower, there was no way he could have met the Duke Fenris. Yet, he missed him and felt glad to meet him.
Feeling an emotion he had never known before, Yulian furrowed his brows slightly in frustration.
Seeing this, Ghislain's expression turned curious.
'Huh? What's this?'
It was the first time he had seen Yulian make such an expression. A man who wouldn't blink an eye all day, no matter how much you teased him, was now doing this?
'Is it because I didn't wipe off the blood, and it smells?'
Come to think of it, the guy did have an unexpectedly fastidious side. Look at him now—he was the only one spotlessly clean, without a drop of blood on him.
Truly, he was an annoyingly elegant fellow. How irritating.
As Ghislain was drawing his own conclusions and inspecting himself, Yulian spoke up.
"For now, let's…"
"Hm? What is it?"
Before Yulian could finish, Ghislain looked down at his chest. Yulian, too, paused and stared at Ghislain's chest.
From the necklace Ghislain had taken from Berhem, the item the Salvation Church had called a holy relic,
Paaaah!
A bright light began to radiate.
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