When we got back to the territory, the people welcomed us.
We only brought back goblin iron swords, paralysis needles, and pots, but these filled three bags.
We had killed close to 300 goblins in one day.
Such an accomplishment would be hard for even a large mercenary group.
Mercenaries lack local knowledge and they don't put their lives on the line.
A few soldiers came back with minor injuries.
An old man who served as the village doctor met the wounded.
"This is a medicinal paste made following your instructions, my lord. I've applied it a few times, and it's remarkably effective."
The elder presented a wooden container filled with the remedy, while the village's young men helped him with the treatment.
I was ready for a quick wash and a good night's sleep, but Sir Brown was standing at my bedroom door.
"Do we march again tomorrow?"
"No, let's rest tomorrow and move out the day after. Still, keep your guard up; those goblin brutes might retaliate. Make sure nobody ventures into the fields tomorrow."
"Understood, my lord."
"Wait a moment."
I retrieved a bunch of herbs from the manor's storehouse and handed them to Brown.
"Distribute these to the injured. They should chew it slowly with warm water before swallowing."
"What kind of herb is this?"
"It's Urucho. It's effective against tetanus. Goblins don't take care of their weapons, so you find rusty swords among them."
"Ah, thank you for considering such nuances."
It was a blessing that I had studied medicine.
Tetanus was incurable unless preemptively prevented or treated with a healing potion or a priest's blessing.
In many ways, it was better for Hebron's soldiers to consume Urucho.
"Also, instruct the proficient villagers to..."
I relayed a series of commands to Brown.
While battling fatigue, he committed my words to memory.
After Brown departed, I sat up straight on the mattress.
I was weary too, but sleep wasn't an option yet. I hadn't practiced my aura since midday.
Since then, I had killed over 50 goblins.
I commenced aura practice.
'Just as I thought!'
As I expected, a tremendous surge of magical energy raced toward me.
The rush was so intense that it prickled my skin.
Still, I was capable of controlling that energy.
No, even if I couldn't, I had to make it happen.
I clenched my teeth and persevered. That was my only path to overcome myself.
After some time, I regained my calm. Exhaustion suddenly washed over me.
'Is this another facet of my talent?'
It felt as if I was siphoning the energy of a specter tethered to me.
The more lives I took, and the higher the level of those I killed, the more magical power I gathered.
Thanks to this, my mana pool had expanded since the last time.
'I might be able to attempt it sooner than expected. Maybe, I could even succeed now.'
Overwhelming fatigue prompted me to close my eyes for a moment. I didn't sleep for long. The surging magical power seemed to swiftly alleviate my fatigue.
When I reopened my eyes, dawn had broken, with moonlight filtering through the window.
'Let's give it a shot.'
I was weary of mere mental exercises. Even if failure was imminent, I yearned to try. Now that I'd sidestepped certain failure, I had to exploit the opportunity before me.
Attempts to infuse an aura with an element were rare, but not unheard of. From the past to the present, auras imbued with fire, water, and wind have been created, with successful instances documented.
'Knight of Fire Madoros, Knight of Water Annes, Knight of Wind Paroma.'
These were not extraordinarily high-level knights. They simply earned unique titles for infusing their auras with specific elements.
Books containing records of their aura practices were stored in the library of Duke Vreio.
These were classified as third-class secrets, accessible to anyone within the knighthood.
'It wasn't particularly confidential information. It didn't enhance the efficiency of the aura. And creating fire, water, or wind was more effectively accomplished with a wizard's magic.'
However, if someone who had mastered element-infused aura were termed a 'Spirit Knight,' the narrative would change.
There are no records of a Spirit Knight in the history of the Xenon Kingdom. The most renowned Spirit Knight is the protagonist of the knight novel, 'Knight of Fire Zenith.'
'I already had the theoretical knowledge.'
I had adapted a practice method from my previous life, not the current one.
I adjusted the Antaria aura practice method based on this adaptation.
Since the method wasn't deeply ingrained in me, I could readily redirect the aura flowing through me.
'It's not vastly different from magic. It's like carving a magical circle inside me, similar to the ancient wind-creating magic circle. There's no need to overdo it. If the flames become too fierce, I risk incinerating my internal organs. Just enough to form the shape of fire...'
I lost track of time.
I entered a trance-like state, manipulating my aura.
An intense heat radiated from my mana pool, permeating my body, followed by a sharp sound.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
I snapped out of my trance. Before I could fully suppress the internal heat, I sprang from my seat and rushed toward the eastern wall.
The beacons there blazed in a row.
It signaled the arrival of intruders from the east.
Upon reaching the wall, I saw a large horde occupying the paddy fields.
Goblins.
"Inferno!"
May I unleash my power?
"Absolutely!"
My mana pool's aura swelled.
Its quality transformed.
As the fire-infused aura heated the mana traversing the mana pool, Inferno, the intermediate fire spirit who had absorbed my aura, surged with power.
Whoooooosh!
Inferno, now larger than myself, flaunted his robust upper body as he streaked across the paddy fields.
Flames exploded in his wake.
The swarm of goblins, seemingly in the hundreds, was swallowed by the inferno.
Kyaaak!
The night's silence was fractured by the piercing screams of the goblins.
It appeared few would make it to the walls.
"The fields...!"
A soldier, his face a mask of desolation, watched as the flames danced across the crops.
A spirit's fire could be extinguished at the spirit's whim.
However, reviving the scorched paddy fields and farmland was beyond possibility.
The population of Hebron was roughly 400.
Over half of them were kin, and the remainder shared a close-knit familiarity with each other's circumstances.
I voiced my resolve.
"This year's harvest is lost, there's no denying that. But from next year onwards, things will change. Once we exterminate these creatures, our lives will undoubtedly improve. Focus not on the present, but on the future. Until that time, Hebron will provide for you. Today, let's eradicate them!"