Return of The Unrivaled Spear Knight
Side Story Chapter 21
The leaders of the southern rebels had a lot going on in their minds.
“What are we going to do?”
“Marquess Suspen was killed in a battle against a twenty-year-old boy.”
“Gosh! Watch your mouth. That’s His Majesty you’re talking about.”
“You’re getting caught up on meaningless stuff. Stop insisting on calling him His Majesty—”
“Count Manto!”
“Since things have turned out this way, let me just say this.” Count Manto stepped forward, his impressive mustache twitching. “I believe I’m not the only one who thinks this is for the better.”
“Mind your tongue!” Viscount Mendes drew his sword; he had worked for the late Marquess Suspen as his aide for decades.
“How dare you point your sword at me, Viscount Mendes?” Manto scowled at Mendes.
“I won’t let you insult His Majesty any further.”
“That is your answer?”
Mendes met Manto’s eyes unflinchingly. “I’m speaking for the other executives.”
“Well...” Manto chuckled. “Is this true, everyone?”
He looked each of the remaining three of the five rebel leaders in the eye. Every one of them was a renowned noble, although Count Manto was the most influential after Marquess Suspen.
“Mmmm....”
Just as expected, the other rebels were reluctant to answer.
Manto smirked. “I think it’s just you.”
“...How can you do this?! After all His Majesty Suspen did for every one of you?” Mendes shouted in despair.
“It’s because we’re human.”
“What...?”
“Humans stay truer to their desires than any animal. You want to talk about loyalty now? Then why did you and the Marquess betray the Duke of Pontier when you two served them for so long?”
Mendes was speechless.
Manto’s smile deepened. “It’s the same here. Someone has to fill in for Marquess Suspen, and everyone here has risked everything on this uprising.”
“...We can’t defeat the national army on our own anyway. The Combat Emperor and the monstrously strong Selim Sanders are with the national army,” Mendes said, trembling faintly.
With his own eyes, Mendes saw Selim slay four rebel knights with every swing of his black spear. His movement was the definition of perfection. Mendes shivered; he had never felt this way even when he had seen the missing Emperor of Avalon in action.
“How about this: don’t we have some spies within Fortress Raymond?” Manto blurted.
“...Why would you suddenly bring them up...?”
“Let’s use them to take Charles di Pontier hostage.”
Mendes's eyes widened.
“She’s poisoned. Although she only took a tiny amount of poison, ordinary people would become so sick in nine days that they would be bedridden for the rest of their life. Holding a wounded, sick woman hostage should be a piece of cake.”
“But if we expose our spies in the fortress, we’ll no longer be able to receive intel from the national army...” Mendes trailed off.
“Does that matter? We’re finished anyway if we lose one more time.”
Manto was right. Since their leader had died, their rebellion was going to fail if they lost Raymond Valley completely. They were powerless if the Combat Emperor used guerilla tactics against them in the vast plains of the south.
-You know who I am, riiiight?! It’s me, Anna bel Grace, the one you called from far awayyyyy!
“What...?” Manto gasped in surprise.
The other rebel leaders were doing the same.
“That witch is alive?”
“Then why didn’t she contact us until now?”
While the rebel leaders murmured among themselves in confusion, the voice came bouncing down the valley again.
-I’m guessing you’re all planning to send a messenger to the easttttttt!
“Ho-How....!”
-But uh-ohhhhhhhhh. I don’t think that’s an option for you anymooooore.
“Everyone, don’t let her get inside your head! It’s nonsense!” Manto shouted to the rebel soldiers and knights just in case.
-Isn’t it weeeeeird?! The north army just withdrew all of a suddeeeeen. You know, I can tell after I tried fighting with them. The Emperor is missing, but the national army is still a force to be reckoned with. The guys up north must have thought that whoever fights first is going to take the most damaaaage!
Manto’s eyes slowly widened since that was exactly what he had been thinking. “Wait... then the north army withdrew to preserve their power like we did?”
-Do you see nowwww? This is why I changed sideeeees! I went away for a moment and they bailed on meeeeee. How can I trust themmmm?!
“Mmm... So that witch noticed that something was up in the north the whole time?”
-People here are much more reasonable than I thoooought! And this is the most important part: there is one more reason you should give uuuup!
“...What?”
At that moment, a gust of wind blew over them.
The rebel leaders’ eyes widened. The full moon illuminated two people standing on opposite sides of the cliffs, looking down on the rebels. The rebel leaders recognized one of the two people right away.
“Selim Sanders!”
In spite of how dark it was, the rebel knights had long since surpassed the level of ordinary humans, so they could recognize the Prince’s deep blue hair and the damned black spear he held from just a glance.
Manto frowned slightly. “Then what about the person on the left...?”
Due to the distance, it wasn’t easy to exactly identify their faces.
“W-wait,” Mendes abruptly stuttered.
“Viscount Mendes?” Manto tilted his head in confusion when he noticed Mendes was trembling like an aspen leaf.
“I-isn’t... that the Emperor of Avalon’s spear?” Mendes pointed at the man on the left cliff.
Manto's eyes widened. Mendes was right. There should be only one Login, but the two people on the cliffs were both holding Longin. That wasn’t even all.
“Th-Th-That armor!” Mendes was about to faint.
A wind blew, making the robe of the person on the left flutter in the air, revealing something that no one could forget no matter how long it had been since they saw it.
The person on the left was wearing snow-white armor with red lining. It repeatedly disappeared and reappeared as if to playfully inform the rebels that what they were thinking was correct.
It had been a decade since that set of magic armor had made an appearance.
“The Mar-Martial God...?” the rebel leaders murmured in dismay through gritted teeth when they laid eyes on the symbol of the Hero King. Only the Deon Ring of the current Emperor of Avalon would create magic armor like that. In other words, the person on the right cliff was Selim Sanders, and the one on the left was...
“Joshua... Sanders...?”
Chapter 421: Side Story Chapter 21
The leaders of the southern rebels had a lot going on in their minds.
“What are we going to do?”
“Marquess Suspen was killed in a battle against a twenty-year-old boy.”
“Gosh! Watch your mouth. That’s His Majesty you’re talking about.”
“You’re getting caught up on meaningless stuff. Stop insisting on calling him His Majesty—”
“Count Manto!”
“Since things have turned out this way, let me just say this.” Count Manto stepped forward, his impressive mustache twitching. “I believe I’m not the only one who thinks this is for the better.”
“Mind your tongue!” Viscount Mendes drew his sword; he had worked for the late Marquess Suspen as his aide for decades.
“How dare you point your sword at me, Viscount Mendes?” Manto scowled at Mendes.
“I won’t let you insult His Majesty any further.”
“That is your answer?”
Mendes met Manto’s eyes unflinchingly. “I’m speaking for the other executives.”
“Well...” Manto chuckled. “Is this true, everyone?”
He looked each of the remaining three of the five rebel leaders in the eye. Every one of them was a renowned noble, although Count Manto was the most influential after Marquess Suspen.
“Mmmm....”
Just as expected, the other rebels were reluctant to answer.
Manto smirked. “I think it’s just you.”
“...How can you do this?! After all His Majesty Suspen did for every one of you?” Mendes shouted in despair.
“It’s because we’re human.”
“Humans stay truer to their desires than any animal. You want to talk about loyalty now? Then why did you and the Marquess betray the Duke of Pontier when you two served them for so long?”
Mendes was speechless.
Manto’s smile deepened. “It’s the same here. Someone has to fill in for Marquess Suspen, and everyone here has risked everything on this uprising.”
“...We can’t defeat the national army on our own anyway. The Combat Emperor and the monstrously strong Selim Sanders are with the national army,” Mendes said, trembling faintly.
With his own eyes, Mendes saw Selim slay four rebel knights with every swing of his black spear. His movement was the definition of perfection. Mendes shivered; he had never felt this way even when he had seen the missing Emperor of Avalon in action.
“How about this: don’t we have some spies within Fortress Raymond?” Manto blurted.
“...Why would you suddenly bring them up...?”
“Let’s use them to take Charles di Pontier hostage.”
Mendes's eyes widened.
“She’s poisoned. Although she only took a tiny amount of poison, ordinary people would become so sick in nine days that they would be bedridden for the rest of their life. Holding a wounded, sick woman hostage should be a piece of cake.”
“But if we expose our spies in the fortress, we’ll no longer be able to receive intel from the national army...” Mendes trailed off.
“Does that matter? We’re finished anyway if we lose one more time.”
Manto was right. Since their leader had died, their rebellion was going to fail if they lost Raymond Valley completely. They were powerless if the Combat Emperor used guerilla tactics against them in the vast plains of the south.
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The rebel leaders had also remained vigilant, so they immediately stopped talking in the central military tent and looked around warilly.-You know who I am, riiiight?! It’s me, Anna bel Grace, the one you called from far awayyyyy!
“What...?” Manto gasped in surprise.
The other rebel leaders were doing the same.
“That witch is alive?”
“Then why didn’t she contact us until now?”
-I’m guessing you’re all planning to send a messenger to the easttttttt!
“Ho-How....!”
-But uh-ohhhhhhhhh. I don’t think that’s an option for you anymooooore.
“Everyone, don’t let her get inside your head! It’s nonsense!” Manto shouted to the rebel soldiers and knights just in case.
-Isn’t it weeeeeird?! The north army just withdrew all of a suddeeeeen. You know, I can tell after I tried fighting with them. The Emperor is missing, but the national army is still a force to be reckoned with. The guys up north must have thought that whoever fights first is going to take the most damaaaage!
Manto’s eyes slowly widened since that was exactly what he had been thinking. “Wait... then the north army withdrew to preserve their power like we did?”
-Do you see nowwww? This is why I changed sideeeees! I went away for a moment and they bailed on meeeeee. How can I trust themmmm?!
“Mmm... So that witch noticed that something was up in the north the whole time?”
-People here are much more reasonable than I thoooought! And this is the most important part: there is one more reason you should give uuuup!
“...What?”
At that moment, a gust of wind blew over them.
The rebel leaders’ eyes widened. The full moon illuminated two people standing on opposite sides of the cliffs, looking down on the rebels. The rebel leaders recognized one of the two people right away.
“Selim Sanders!”
In spite of how dark it was, the rebel knights had long since surpassed the level of ordinary humans, so they could recognize the Prince’s deep blue hair and the damned black spear he held from just a glance.
Manto frowned slightly. “Then what about the person on the left...?”
Due to the distance, it wasn’t easy to exactly identify their faces.
“W-wait,” Mendes abruptly stuttered.
“Viscount Mendes?” Manto tilted his head in confusion when he noticed Mendes was trembling like an aspen leaf.
“I-isn’t... that the Emperor of Avalon’s spear?” Mendes pointed at the man on the left cliff.
“Th-Th-That armor!” Mendes was about to faint.
A wind blew, making the robe of the person on the left flutter in the air, revealing something that no one could forget no matter how long it had been since they saw it.
The person on the left was wearing snow-white armor with red lining. It repeatedly disappeared and reappeared as if to playfully inform the rebels that what they were thinking was correct.
It had been a decade since that set of magic armor had made an appearance.
“The Mar-Martial God...?” the rebel leaders murmured in dismay through gritted teeth when they laid eyes on the symbol of the Hero King. Only the Deon Ring of the current Emperor of Avalon would create magic armor like that. In other words, the person on the right cliff was Selim Sanders, and the one on the left was...
“Joshua... Sanders...?”
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