The Regressed Mercenary’s Machinations Chapter 777

Episode 777: Do you want to go with us? (2)

Torvald was puzzled.
He would maintain a steady friendship with the Yulien Mercenaries through this incident.
Even though they had taken different paths, that was enough. He had work to do here.
‘But why?’
Why did he suddenly feel so empty?
As if… … he had made the wrong choice.
It felt as if his original place in the Yulien Mercenaries had disappeared. It felt as if he had become nothing more than a passing relationship.
No, that was actually true. Our first meeting had not been very good, and he had never really shared any kind of connection with them.
So the certainty he felt was nothing more than a ridiculous imagination. He just wanted to be with the Yulien Mercenaries so badly that he was drawn to them.
That was right. That was natural.
When did he know them so well that he thought he would become their comrades?
And yet… … .
He was bewildered because the feeling of something being tangled and the unfamiliar emotions would not go away.
‘Oh, no… … I, I… … .’
What on earth is wrong?
There is nothing wrong. There was nothing wrong, but it was so strange that he felt this way.
Torvald tried hard to trace the source of this feeling. He wondered how to express this feeling.
If he had to express it, it would be… … .
‘… … It was wrong?’
It seemed that his choice had changed the fate that was supposed to go his way.
No matter how much he thought about it, that was the closest explanation.
‘Just that? To that extent?’
Torvald seriously wondered if he was mentally ill.
Why did he feel this way in relationships with people he didn’t know well!
‘Did I really make a bad choice?’ He
had not originally planned to stay in Valskrum.
If Gramdir had not been taken away, he would not have come back here. He
had planned to go to a completely different region after earning some travel money.
Then he encountered the Salvation Church’s invasion and saw the battle of the Yulien mercenaries.
At the same time, he saw his father’s battle.
If the Yulien mercenaries had not been there… … his father would have died.
But thanks to the Yulien Mercenary Corps, he saw his father’s battle and changed his mind.
Torvald looked at Giselle with a blank expression.
‘So… … .’
It could be said that his choice had changed because of the man in front of him.
And because of that, he was feeling a strange emotion right now.
Giselle asked Torvald, who suddenly lost his sense of humor.
“What? Why are you thinking so seriously?”
“Oh, no. It’s nothing.”
Torvald shook his head violently.
All of these emotions and feelings were just delusions.
How could he talk about something he had fantasized about in his head?
It would be a leap to think that it was a wrong choice. It could have just been a sense of loss because his original desires and future were different.
Yes, that would be it.
There was no reason to feel this way because of people he had only met for a short time.
So Torvald smiled and shrugged.
“I was worried about how I should train in the future.”
In response, Grondal laughed loudly.
“Poohahaha! Don’t worry! I’ll make sure you do everything I couldn’t do before!”
There’s no way someone like Grondal would lead you half-heartedly. In short, he’s going to push you to the point of death.
Torvald shook his head. He said he’d do it himself, but he was worried about his father’s personality and the future. He
might die before he even became strong.
Grondal patted Gisel on the side and laughed.
“It seems like only good things have happened since the Yulien Mercenary Corps came.”
“Ha… Haha, is that so?”
“That’s right! We stopped the Salvation Church’s invasion, saved many dwarves, and even our son came to his senses! It’s all thanks to the Yulien Mercenary Corps!”
Gisel snickered and shook his head.
It was hot and simple, so his mood quickly improved. He liked that.
Soon, Grondal said with a kind expression.
“Okay, I’ll give you Gramdir as my gift!”
“……I will gratefully accept it.”
“It is our royal family’s treasure, so always think about whether you will use it for the right thing before you take it out.”
“I will keep that in mind.”
The two looked at each other with a smile. They had a strong bond, as if they had fought a powerful enemy together.
Of course, their true feelings were a little different from ordinary bonds.
‘Ha, I have to have a proper showdown with this kid. His skills are superior to mine. But I have the upper hand in strength and stamina.’
‘Ah, if I had my original body, I would have won. If we fought one-on-one, I would have won.’
The two continued to look at each other and laugh. They both wanted to fight each other again.
But not now. At least they would have to recover and have a proper fight when the situation became more relaxed.
I don’t know when that will be,
but Grondal soon shouted as if he was declaring to everyone.
“Prepare the best weapons to give to the Yulien Mercenary Corps! We will repay those who helped us!”
The dwarves nodded as if it was natural.
The mercenaries brightened at the sudden news of the gift.
It was no wonder, because weapons made by dwarves were extremely valuable. What’s more,
the king of the dwarves said he would give them to them himself. It meant that they were the best weapons, on a whole other level than the ones that were usually sold in the market as dwarven products.
“First, check the damage! Once all the recovery is complete, we will hold a celebration to share the joy of victory! We will convey the proper consolation to the warriors who protected this land with their blood!”
In the dwarven world, a victory banquet is an expression of respect for the warriors. That is why it must be held no matter what.
All the dwarves worked hard to clean up the battlefield and recover the damage.
The Yulien Mercenary Corps was no exception. Although they were small in number, they were of great help with their various talents.
After the post-war recovery, the Yulien Mercenary Corps received a great reward.
It was weapons that the dwarves had painstakingly made and precious jewels that could be used as travel expenses.
In accordance with Giselle’s philosophy, most of the weapons were armor and weapons that emphasized mobility, but there were also many practical items such as leather equipment and cloaks.
And the victory banquet was finally attended by Yulien and Deneve, who had awakened.
All the dwarves shouted at Deneve.
“She is a saint!”
“It is the goddess’s blessing that has been bestowed upon us dwarves!”
“The saint has been born, so this great war will end with our victory!”
Everyone was excited and couldn’t hide their joy.
Of course, Deneb was still embarrassed by the incredible hospitality she had never received before.
Looking at such Deneb, Yulien smiled quietly.
‘… … Deneb.’
She really became a saint. She really used the power of the goddess. It
was unbelievable, but she was also proud.
Now, what Giselle and Astion had said was not an empty story, but a truly feasible future.
The awakened Deneb could now spread her ideals to the world.
She had always wanted to help the world with her divine power. To her, the power of the saint was like a blessing.
However, worry began to take root deep in Yulien’s heart.
‘… … Sacrifice.’
Giselle had clearly said that the saint had sacrificed herself to seal the demonic realm. And given her personality, she might really make that choice. She
couldn’t let it be. So she had to become stronger than she is now.
‘I will protect you.’
Julian vowed once again that
he would never lose Deneb.

* * *

For Erenes, this victory banquet was an unfamiliar and new experience.
It was her first time at a festival, but the unfamiliarity soon turned into joy.
Although the dwarves were known to be on bad terms with the elves, they did not treat Erenes carelessly.
After all, they were comrades who had risked their lives together to protect Valskrum. That was
why Erenes was treated as a warrior here.
She quietly watched the people from a little distance away.
‘… … It’s fun.’
It was an emotion she had never felt in the dry world of the elves, a sight she had never seen.
The journey from the elven forest to here had given her many things.
And the journey ahead would be the same.
Erenes closed her eyes and smiled.
This adventure with the Yulien mercenaries was so enjoyable.
Compared to the lifespan of an elf, a human’s life was fleeting. But that made it all the more precious.
She hoped that the adventure with the Yulien mercenaries would last a very long time.
May this fleeting moment… …
last forever.

* * *

Kwakjik!
“Keuheuheuheuk…….”
A man wearing an old and worn-out black robe collapsed.
In front of him, the elven chieftain, Erenes, stood with a cold gaze.
“You damned bastards.”
The dead ones were priests of the Salvation Church. She
had found and killed the remnants who had fled across the continent after losing the war.
She was tracking down the remnants of the Salvation Church with the elves who followed her.
Erenes looked around.
Dozens of corpses were scattered around. They were all those who had died by her hand.
There were far more remnants of the Salvation Church left than she had thought.
Although they had been defeated by the Duke of Fenris, they were still active throughout the continent. They had taken root in almost every kingdom, so there couldn’t have been a small number.
Now everyone knew how dangerous the Salvation Church was.
So each kingdom began to pursue and subdue them without rest. However, there were too many of them hiding like cockroaches.
Erenes muttered with a tired expression.
“You can’t let even one of them live.”
She thought that everything was over after sealing the
Demonic Realm. She believed that even if the enemy was resurrected, she could stop him alone.
However, things did not go as she had expected.
The Salvation Church tenaciously survived and eventually caused a war.
Even without the Demonic Realm, they opened the rift again and even summoned the monsters trapped in the dimensional gap.
At this rate, sealing the Demonic Realm was not worth it.
Of course, the situation was better than a thousand years ago, but if we let our guard down, humanity would suffer again.
‘That can’t be.’
It was a war that had been won with so many sacrifices and hardships. She couldn’t allow that tragedy to repeat itself.
Fortunately, an outstanding figure called the Duke of Fenris appeared and completely destroyed the main force of the Salvation Church.
He was as strong as the heroes of a thousand years ago.
Not only in terms of force, but also in his boldness, determination, uncompromising determination, and outstanding strategic and tactical skills.
It was truly fortunate that such a great figure existed in this era. Those with such abilities were rare even a thousand years ago.
However, it was a little uncomfortable to keep trying to find out things from myself.
‘It’s meaningless, Duke Fenris.’
What use is there in knowing about the past?
It’s something that already happened and has already passed.
We won the war a thousand years ago. Because of that, the Demon Realm was sealed and humanity was able to regain peace.
That’s the only thing that matters.
This era is the same.
‘We just have to kill all the remnants.’
Only then will it be completely over.
The Salvation Church will never be resurrected and humanity will live in peace forever.
‘Elfs and dwarves will also be liberated.’
Thanks to Duke Fenris, who had the most power on the continent, that work was also progressing step by step.
Everything was going well. Duke Fenris just had to stop thinking useless thoughts.
He already had the answer sheet, so there was no need to worry about other things.
The eradication of the Salvation Church.
That was the best and only way to save the world.
Flutter.
Erenes covered her face with the hood of her robe.
She continued to search for the remnants of the Salvation Church, scattering spirits everywhere.
It’s not hard to wander. She had wandered the continent with her friends before.
‘Yes, that’s right.’
The Yulien Mercenary Corps.
She met her friends there. She also joined the mercenary corps and worked with them.
They were just children, but they overcame numerous adversities, grew, and eventually stood at the center of the great war.
It would not be an exaggeration to say that the war a thousand years ago was won thanks to the Yulien Mercenary Corps.
Erenes was very proud of being a member of the Yulien Mercenary Corps.
She closed her eyes and walked.
The faces of her friends who had now left passed by.
Faces she missed and wanted to see. She
recalled their faces one by one after a long time.
Then suddenly Erenes stopped walking.
‘Astion… … .’
The great magician of the 9th Circle.
The genius who led everyone so that the Yulien Mercenary Corps could grow.
He was a man who was popular with the ladies because of his cute appearance, but he himself was not very interested in women.
It couldn’t be otherwise. Astion had too much to do.
There were also rumors that he was mentally unstable because of the possessed people.
Erenes still didn’t know if that was true, but in reality, Astion was always sensitive and sharp because he was tired.
Why else would they say that his most distinctive feature was the dark circles under his eyes?
Thanks to that, he gained a unique popularity for his decadent beauty.
Anyway, Erenes, who thought of Astion, felt something strange.
‘Why?’
It was the faces of his friends that he had thought of countless times over the years. But it didn’t make sense that he was suddenly only concerned about Astion.
Erenes frowned at the feeling.
‘Again… ‘
She touched her temple. The same headache as last time began to surge.
How could she, who had surpassed a superhuman, have a headache? It was still a phenomenon she couldn’t understand.
She had to find the reason. When she thought of Astion, if she saw something like this, there must be a connection.
‘Astion… Astion… ‘
Erenes thought of the past.
But this time, it was strange again. The past events that had been vivid in her mind felt a little blurry.
Still, she didn’t give up and kept thinking.
‘Astion… ‘
Was she forgetting something? Or was there another reason?
She tried to remember the things that happened to her and Astion while enduring her headache.
Then a question suddenly occurred to her.
‘Astyon… is that his name?’
Astion is Astion. She always called him that.
Erenes suddenly felt awkward.
‘Astyon… how did I call him?’
Did he have another name? Did she call him by a nickname?
Why on earth… why all of a sudden…
why did his name feel so unfamiliar right now?
Even though it was the name of a friend she had been with for so many years.
‘Astyon… … !’
bang.
In that moment, she felt as if something in her head had been pierced and fell off.
Erenes’ eyes shot open.
Soon, a trembling voice flowed out of her mouth as if in disbelief.
“…Giselle.”